I want to think of hyperdiversity, and how banal it is to me.
What do you mean your four grandparents don’t each speak a different native language? What do you mean you don’t have the base ingredients for six cuisines in your cupboard?
Well, of course I have more in common with the constellation of immigrants in this city than with the people from the town I was born in.
Where is the rest of your “Where are you from?” answer?
Of course I’m obsessed with maps, isn’t everybody?
The first time I got interested in fractions was when I to explain blood quantum, and then I learned how fucked up blood quantum is. What do you mean you didn’t learn maths through your heritage?
When I meet hyperdiverse people I love that we instantly click over food and loww. It’s like checking who your cousin’s related to at the party but on a global, timebending scale. We give each other precious gifts of knowledge that we have had to reclaim and learn by ourselves.