After being together for six years, Brian (white) and I (Korean) just got married last week. He said the wedding was magic and I agree, and it was especially significant because we have been through so much together.
We laugh defiantly about how we are race traitors/mixers, but seriously, we fully understand the deep implications of having an interracial marriage. Brian is willing to change his last name to mine so that I won't have to lose a part of my cultural identity, allaying one of the biggest reservations my parents legitimately have. Also, I can always count on him to be my ally, and he can always rely on me to be his.
Of course the personal is political, and we know that all too well, being the disgruntled, vocal, and leftist individuals that we are. But when it comes right down to it, everything we have is built on love alone. Love is not color blind as many would like to believe. It sees color and all its history, pain, beauty, power, difference, and commnalities, and it embraces it unconditionally. Yay love!