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Proud To Be Liberal
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I am a white guy from Texas. I was born and raised in Houston before I relocated to Austin. I'm not your typical Texan, though. I hate country music, and I'm a Blue Dog Democrat. I don't have a Southern drawl, either. About the only vernacular Texan trait I have is my love for football and barbecue. Meanwhile, I've taken up tai chi and feng shui. My favorite food is Chinese food. I've also fallen in love with chopsticks. I wish we ate with those here in America, in fact. I also play Mahjong, Sudoku, and Taipei. I am a huge fan of pagodas, pandas, sakuras, bamboo, and cheongsams. To make a long story short, I come from a dysfunctional family. I have an estranged relationship with my dad and my eldest brother. At the Chinese buffet where I dine weekly, I've become more acquainted with the servers. They're from Korea, China, Indonesia, and Taiwan. One day, something unsettling struck me. I realized I had more in common with these Asian foreigners than I do my own family and kin. To put it bluntly, I've begun feeling more like an Asian person trapped inside a white guy's body as I've gotten older, wiser, and more cultured. As I analyze things spatially, many Oriental philosophies make more sense to me than Western customs. Has anyone ever experienced anything like this?