Mixed Race Mojo

Okay, for those of you have been on my blog a few times - there are a few of you-  then you maybe already know that Mister Mojo is Vietnamese, Eldest is all Caucasian and what not like me, and Mojo is a wonder jumbly puddle of me and Mister Mojo.

You know how when oil and water mix you get a rainbow? Well, she is like that. The best of both of us.

 So why is it, that people think they have the right to point or whisper?

Do you think that she is funny? Do you think we are funny? No, you are just being a prick.

I am serious, you are being a prick. Why do you assume you have some divine right to mention the fact that she is 'Eurasian' WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ANYWAY.

I am serious, someone once said to be 'I've always fancied a Eurasian baby, but I don't think I could sleep with someone like that'. Really? Well, keep your fanny to yourself then dear. 

She is a baby. Just a baby, not a 'colour' you ignorant shit.

Before we had  Mojo we had a few occasions, even at a cash register where people didn't know what to so to me and Mistr Mojo. What is there to say? Take my money and give me my stuff please.

 Do I judge you for who ever you are with? Nope.

When I was pregnant 'I wonder what colour it will be'. Mmmm.

You can, in my opinion be free to love who ever you should so choose.

That really is it, I'm not going to say 'whatever ethnic background, male, female, plant, mineral' because that isn't even a factor. Just love who you love.

As we walk hand in hand, with Mojo strapped to one of us in the carrier and Eldest running around talking about purple potatoes & poo, we get to occasion 'awwwwww' for both of them. Yeah, yeah lady - I know they are cute kids, I made them that way and everything. But you over there, you who just pointed and said 'Are they together? IS THAT A BABY? I wonder what colour it is.'

Don't think I didn't hear you.

So here it is, my rant. Do not think that you can make me feel bad, because you can't. You can make me angry, as a mother I am protective of my spawn, no matter how ridiculous you think they are. I will punch you in the eye socket.

 Mister Mojo doesn't take notice, he tells me not too either. This is lovely of him, but should he really have to ignore it? It shouldn't even be there to be ignored.

This isn't a campaign of any kind. I am simply saying, keep your shit comments to yourself.

I will punch you in the eye socket.

This is a personal experience, I am not saying everyone does it, because they don't. I'm also not saying it happens all the time. It does however happen enough for me to notice. It is a sad occasion when it does, she is my daughter you know? I made her. Some people seem to think I made her wrong because of who I have chosen to be with.

Mojo isn't wrong, me and Mister Mojo aren't wrong, you are.

 Yeah, I know, two ranty posts in one week? I think I should go and sit in a dark room for a moment and calm down. Or you could totally get me a gin, I'd be happy with that.

Offers anyone?