I think it has also much to do with upbringing, how diverse your neighborhood in your formative years were, and personal traits. In my personal communications with friends, colleagues, or people I meet for the first time, I never use the term you (guys from Brazil/girls that like girls/women with two skin tones darker than I). When I grew up (pre-teen, in the Netherlands, 70’s) there, obviously, were already labels. One of the guys from the block was gay, but nobody gave a damn, it was never a thing. We had children from “gastarbeiders”, people from Marocco, Turkey, and Spain, who came in the sixties, to do the jobs Dutch didn’t want to do. They were friends, not foreign, not different. Sure, they ate different food, had different customs, but so did we, to them. And in the football club (that’s soccer) there was also a big variety of children that originated from everywhere on earth. We played all the same game. Not going to say nothing was ever being said to one another, but what I personally took from that time, is that we are all the same.