I Thought The Members Might Find This Interesting

This was an article written by an up and coming writer who mainly dates black men. I thought this was interesting. Let me know what you guys think



Saturday evening thoughts

As a person, Christine is not important to me, but what is important is the feeling I get when I see her. It is as if I have been looking at my reflection all night, but I am not myself when looking: I am everyone else. In other words, she enables me to see my own foolishness through society’s eyes. In the club, surrounded by a group of foreign black men, she tries to flaunt what she knows about their countries and languages to show she’s not just another slightly overweight white girl looking for a black experience. She’s seriously down for it. Meeting the parents, marriage, babies, all that shit. The truth is that these men could care less: they’ve learned that American white girls are sweet, easy, and can’t hold their liquor, and they’re waiting to see if they can kiss her, and after that, if she’ll let them fuck her.
She gets excited when a hip hop song starts playing. When any music made by white people comes on, she frowns. She rattles on about plantains and recites the few words she knows from an African language in her sugary, high-pitched voice. There are few sounds as atrocious as this. If it weren’t for the rivers of alcohol running through my brain and dulling my hearing, I would surely smash the obscenely overpriced drink I’m holding over my own head, since I know these words are my own as much as hers.
I realize, sitting on one of the couches in this packed Lower East Side club, glorious playground of interracial experimentation, that I am a detestable human being. I am, with my high voice and shiny hair and moonmilk skin, a circus show for the countless black men of the past who have chosen to sit back and watch. Christine is kissing one of the men now, though I doubt she knows which one. She is right on cue. The rest of her night is written in the stars, or on this crappy decaying ceiling.
I would love to stand naked and frozen in the middle of the street, enveloped in the colorlessness of insanity. Instead, I end up at a dollar pizza store around the corner, sitting on the bench outside with a slice of meat pizza that actually cost four fucking dollars, and a man next to me talking “niggas this” and “niggas that.” He may have followed me here from the club; I am not sure. We may be mid-conversation. I focus my eyes on the simple, greasy slices of pepperoni and wish my boyfriend were here: my sweet, Jamaican descended boyfriend who has asked me to write a book about my experiences dating black men. I see it now, copies lining the shelves of Barnes & Noble: Loving Chocolate: A Fat White Girl Dips In. Unfortunately, these angry drunken thoughts are all I can offer him.
I want more than anything to be peeled down to my core, where anyone who cares to look will find a hot ball of directionless rage, directionless because it is directed at everything, including all the things I love. Sticky and sweet plantains, 90s hip hop and R & B, hands spread out around the room like dark flowers. This rage is my keystone; without it I would fall into the tangle of sad bodies, unable to see the mirrors surrounding me and playing out scenes from my trite little life.

 

After reading this article, I think that the author is not being funny or sarcastic, even if she is trying to be. She is describing her experience with interracial relationships as if it were an out-of-body experience. From this experience, she discovered HER truth.

 

LOL.
She's thinking about this shit too much. I like WW, but after you get past their unique physical attributes(skin color, hair, features), it's just BF/GF type shit.

Maybe it's different it you date exclusively from another group, maybe there's more shit going on emotionally and psychologically.

Personally I never got that deep into it.

 

It's one individual person's observations and thoughts.
The stereotypes

1)Mostly white women on the larger side wanting to date black men

and

2)Females who go clubbing being easy in regards to sex


are not new.Have read and heard them several times before.
Of course that may apply to a bunch of women,but it cannot be generalized.
After all it was just one person's observations and thoughts.
Another person may observe,experience and think differently.

 

I'm with you, but sometimes I do question why ww over everyone else. No answer is going to deter me from my preference but I do wonder why. Its not a skin thing because I've dated Greek and Italian girls who get so dark in the summer they could pass for biracial or some type of hispanic. Not the hair or feature thing or I'd be going after hispanic girls, but they don't do it for me at all.
You're gonna like who you like but sometimes the why of it comes up in your mind.

 

Yeah I saw it the same way, an existential proclamation of sorts. But it is interesting to see it through the eyes of a ww. I don't read too many things on a ww's perspective when it comes to IR dating.

 

That is true. Not many ww share this very often. Especially in the entertainment field. I have, on many occasions, seen a lot of large ww with athletic or thin bm. As one guy on youtube said, "You go where the love is shown." In this case with large ww, that is what they are doing. Other than comedienne Lisa Lampanelli, who uses ir sex in her comedy routine(she's not dating a bm). There is a book out by an actress which tells the story of her ir experience with an Asian man. Through her experience, she stresses the importance of cultural acceptance and understanding. And she examined her feelings, as well.

 

I forgot her name. She has clips on youtube. She was on a tv show.