Where did your facination start?

Certainly not, jellybird. I wrote that I was glad for her. My only discomfort came from how she seemed to lump people together in her post. To me, no matter if they are positive or negative, stereotypes are still stereotypes.

And I hope you experience that so often that it's no longer a surprise - minus any stereotypes, of course. :wink:

 

Ive read seviya's post a couple of times and I dont see her rehashing any stereotypes or generalizations of BM or black people. What I see is a white person who has been exposed to the inner circle of black culture for the very first time.

We (black people) always say, "Its a black thing...you wouldnt understand." Well, what you heard was a WW witnessing that "black thing." (If I may be so bold to speak on your behalf, seviya.)

 

She has serious issues...dizzy. I don't think she knows what she is saying.

 

I think she does, but the problem is people are not used to hearing about a white person being exposed to black culture for the very first time.

If your a 30-something year-old white person who has had limited exposure to black culture, and then all of your immersed in it, I can assume that they would feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. But if you see and live it everyday then its easy to take for granted.

I remember when I first got exposed to the "inner circle" of hispanic culture. :shock:

 

Rabbit hole huh...

I'll take her to the Queensbridge projects over in NYC, and show her what the real rabbit hole is all about

 

Confession Time

7 years old a boy named Steven (black) asked me to "go out with him." I said yet because he was cute and nice and could kick a kick ball like no other ! He called my house one day and my Mom asked me if he was black (I had never before considered that he was different than me). Confused I told her he was. At that point she told me I wasn't allowed to date black boys.

All through the years I dated white guys - which was fine. There were white guys I've loved and enjoyed dating. There was a guy in high school (one of three of the black guys at my school) that I really liked but never did anything about because of the fear of my family.

Freshman year of college I dated and fell in love with my the first black guy and basically told my family there was nothing they could do about it. I've dated a couple of white guys since but always seem to end up with black guys. I never understood why but realized that when I was 19 years old this black guy that liked me told me I was "thick", I wanted to cry because I thought he was telling me I was fat.

I've since learned to appreciate my "thickness", love my "du,dunk-a-dunk" as one boyfriend called it and date mostly black men.

Also - an update is my family has grown to understand that how a person acts is what really matters and they all LOVE my son who is half black and it doesn't ever phase anyone!!

THE END

 

Re: Confession Time

there it is..

you know..once you get away from family for that first time...it's over...

I met plenty of white girls in college, who were very open about being friends, flirting, flashing, and plain out shagging black guys. Their parents tell them so much and all, but once they get that taste of freedom, all bets are off.



As for being thick...speakin' for myself and some of the other guys here, we love it when a girl has something to look at back there, so don't be ashamed of that at all..

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiet...you just don't know....

:twisted:

 

Re: Confession Time

 

Curious...

Hello there, though we've never communicated before this post really drew my attention for several reasons and I HAD to respond.
There are very sweet compliments in here for WW, but yet you then turn and insult (or sterotype) us. To address the sterotypes you have, "they have no ass to speak of", not always true and it's not fair for you to group all WW together. "The longest toes", I know this was a joke and yet I'm looking at my toes and don't see how they're so long - but they are cute . AND the worst of it all is the sex is a guarentee???? It's black men like you that are contributing to these awful sterotypes of women, not just white but women. Why can't girls be sexual without being easy? Why can't it be that YOU were the easy one and the girls that gave it up so easily actually got it from you so easily?
Love how society has it so twisted.
Anyways on to the pros of this post.....
"aesthetically interesting" I guess this is a compliment? But we're just "ok" anyways. :wink:
But really the nice things about our hair, lips, skin - stuff I'd never heard before and it was nice to hear how a WW is perceived by a BM (outside of the negativity that we're guarenteed @ss). My favorite was the reference to her being your "boo" at the end. Because to me, despite your statements that we're ok and this front of being kind of hard on the subject, from my experience callning your girl your Boo is the best compliment of all.

 

Hey kenny_g. I'm happy to answer.

I'll be 30 in August.

If I'm honest, the number is hard to calculate. lol nooooo not for that reason. To me, an encounter constitutes a "relationship", a tryst, a friendship, or something more mentally intense than friendship, etc etc . . . Let me just say that I consider "encounters" as any contact. I consider reading your and other's posts here on the forums as a kind of encounter. Therefore, the number is "all of them".

How do I derive such intense satisfaction from these encounters? It's a little strange to put into words. Imagine feeling really alone, a lot, even in groups, even with a lover, but you're strong enough to handle that. In fact, you come to see the positives of it, come to appreciate it. You learn about yourself. Imagine feeling this for a really long time, so much so that you start to protect this aloneness, this individuality. You see it as your future, both for better and for worse.

Then imagine that you kind of blindly wander into a room. Inside, people are talking. They all look very different from you. Act different, sit different, sometimes talk different. But one of them gestures at you to come sit down. You've never sat down with them before. You've got this aloneness, this silence, still creating a thick wall around you. But for some reason you sit down. They start talking to you, talking to each other, and pretty soon you start to feel different. Something's happening to you. You see that even when they're not talking to you, it's not like you're gone. It's not like you've disappeared. You and everyone in the room could close eyes and you would still feel a sort of primal recognition, like you always know where they are. It doesn't really matter if they feel the same way. You've been made strong by your time alone, and you don't need the feeling reciprocated. But it kind of feels like it is. And with it also comes a kind of acceptance. So you talk to them, and, because of all this, it comes so easy, and you hear them, what they're saying, and you start realizing how much you like it, how much you have in common with it - not necessarily with the specifics, but with something much more essential. And you respect the differences, see them as worthy of respect - not for any one particular reason, but because it just wells up inside of you and you can't help it. You kind of automatically accept what they're about, because, on that essential level, you see them. Accept them. And it feels really good. And you realize now what's different - that wall of aloneness is gone. It was automatic. You didn't have to think about it, reason it, make concessions here or there. It's simply gone.

So that's from where I derive my "intense satisfaction". Even just sitting down and talking - it's like we're soul to soul. Even the strange ones (and I've met some strange cookies). Maybe they don't feel it as much as I do, but that doesn't matter.

And just because I don't want to date a particular black man doesn't mean that I fail to respect him. Absent some maltreatment (which I've yet to experience), I'm going to respect a black man. I'm going to want to hear about his life and about his thoughts. I don't have to sleep with him to get that close, you know? My wall is gone. So I feel closer to black men than I do with any other man. I feel more open. And, in a strange way, kind of protected.

Why didn't the relationships last? Well, just because we had this kind of connection and explored it, didn't mean our lives matched. They all possessed qualities I respect and admire, and yes I felt open with them, but my criteria for a viable long-term relationship was not always met. As I said before, I'm not so giddy that I think every black man I see is my dream-come-true. He definitely has a better chance at being that, but of course it's not a given.

Well this all sounds pretty fluffy and mystical and probably didn't make a lick of sense. But I didn't want you to think that I forgot about your question.

 

I'm hardly soft or anybody's punk...so why do I feel so "disarmed" and "euphoric" when I read her retorts?

You must be a writer of some form. I recognize a fellow poet when I read the words. Your ability to articulate your feelings in such a impassioned and organic fashion is inspiring...particularly because it relates to me. A black man. To fashion a prose in a manner that motivates one to elevate and even re-imagine his perspective of a topic is a rare artistic talent.

...like I said, I aint no punk...but damn your posts are moving

 

I get ya girl, your soulful about your love to black men it is feelings of sense of touch mentally. Like the reason why people just love to hug, it just feels right. You are a prime example that people don't always find comfort with people of their own race like it has been said before. I met you before(your type.).

 

alright now, smooth daddy

 

For me, it all started at the age of 7. There was a white girl called Karen in my class who I started to become fond of. I really missed her though when her family moved to another part of town.

When I think back through my school years, almost all of the girls I liked at school were white, I was not that attracted to black girls. This had led to a lot of feelings of guilt over the years. A white society that thinks that I should stick with my own and a black community saying the same.

So far, I have only dated white girls but there are amazing women out there of all races and colours, I also like Asian women. I like women of all ages but I most especially like young white women. I don't subscribe to calling women "hoes", "sluts" or "bitches", unless it is wholly deserved. I don't think that the sources of such immense pleasure to men deserve to be called such names by men.

 

It really came to surface at age 16 for me. I remember being on a holiday in Spain (as many Europeans do) at a cheap resort at the Spanish coast.

We were there 5 guys and 6 girls. I only knew 2 of the guys and 1 girl ( a sister of one of the guys). That sister had one girlfriend who I then had a huge crush on.

After desperately hitting on her and working all my charms out for two days..still no result. Then at the third night my friend's sister whispered in my ear: "she only likes black guys so no point chasing her".

That intrigued me very much. Athough I knew I had little chance I still found her even more F A SC I N A T I N G. Every move she made, every smile and laugh is still imprinted in my brain. What a girl. Romantic in the classical sense. And guess what..there are so many more fascinating women in this world. True gems when you find them.

This image in my mind Never left me and makes me happy. If it isn't a problem for you it certainly is NOT a problem to me

 

interesting post

no hard feelings, mate

 

Honestly, I do have hard feelings about it

 

lol..in a good way..

if I had the money, i would visit holland

:wink:

 

I was in Kindergarten. This girl and I were buddies in class (of course, the only place we saw each other at that age). I have no clue where the attraction began in our friendship, but during nap time one day, we lay vertically to each other, both on our stomachs so we see each other when we lift our heads...and made out the whole time. It was so sensual that my hunger for her grew with each passing moment. Every 5 seconds, we would duck our heads as the teacher walked by, then lifted them again to kiss each other. It was my first sensual experience with a girl and my first kiss. My attraction to white women has and continues to be so powerful that it burns in the greatest depths of my soul. My fiancee makes me light-headed sometimes because she's SOOOOO beautiful and sexy to me.

 

in the beginning

Unlike several of the people in this forum, my attraction to bm started when I was an adult. I grew up near Cleveland, Ohio, in a suburb that was all white at the time (IMHO the Cleveland area is largely segregated to begin with).

I later moved in with a wm I was dating after college and like other wm's I had previously dated, he was critical of my body. I was always working out and dieting but I never lost as much weight as I wanted to. My bf would feed into my insecurity and criticize my body when he wanted to put me down.

We broke up, and I moved to Savannah, Georgia a year and a half ago for my job, and because I had always wanted to move to the South. Little did I know, I was in for quite a change! Savannah is such a small town, that there is not much room for people to be segregated. I saw black and white people hanging out and dating in larger numbers than I had seen in Cleveland. I am the minority at the high school I work at, and I really love my job.

I dated wm when I first moved here, but then I started to feel this sexual attraction to bm. You know how most people have a "type" of person they are looking for? For example, a woman might like a Latin looking guy with dark hair and eyes; an Italian guy; a Nordic looking guy or maybe a Middle-Eastern looking guy? Well, I never had a type...or so I thought. When I got to Savannah, I realized I had a "thing" for bm!

The first time I slept with a bm I felt a degree of arousal I had never felt before. I love their lips and soft skin. I like that it seems to be easier for them to put on muscle, and I love it when a bm has a big butt that I can hold on to when he is thrusting inside of me!

I can't explain it, but I feel very comfortable and like I can be myself around bm. I am not constantly stressing over my body, and most bm like my large breasts and big butt.

The realization of my attraction came late, but I'm grateful it came late than not at all