I get so fucking annoyed by it. I know Black women who have dated white men, white men who were surprised to find that—. Fuck all the white dudes who do this. Fuck all the white dudes and you know what? And I understand the sentiment. However, if you will, let me introduce a different POV. Colour is a beautiful thing. Colour adds diversity and variety to the world. Colour brings beauty and warmth with it.
In almost every facet of existence, colour is a good thing. Did you know that the more colourful your meal is, the healthier it is excluding candy, lol. But candy is delicious? Most people love Spring because of the burst of colour that emergrs from it. Would a rainbow be as beautiful if it was just one colour? Or just a shade of grey?
Ever notice how painting a room in your home a different colour or even something as simple as adding a bouquet of flowers to it breathes new life into it? Colour is an amazing thing! So why, why in here of all places, would you want to ignore it? I am a Black woman and I love being Black. I love the dark chocolate skin I was blessed with, and my spouse does too. He likes being White and I like him that way. We love the beautiful contrast we create when we are close to each other and we love the potential of variety we can bring into this world through our children.
Why would I want to not see that? Why would I want to ignore such an amazing thing? Why would anyone want to be blind to such beauty? Like I said earlier, I understand the sentiment. These phrases come from a sincere place and I am in no way, shape or form chastising the people who use these phrases.
They were born out of a desire to end racism and promote unity. But is unity really worth it if we have to ignore diversity to achieve it? I simply want them to not have unbridled prejudice towards me because of it. So some might say love sees no colour. I am writing this because I see a lot of interracial couples on tumblr.
None more then black women with white guys. Its a facination for some odd reason and although we have come a long way as far as race and interracial relationships none more then black men and white women we are still shocked to see a white guy with a black girl. I prefer white men. Same I believe goes for everyone.
I believe we have the ability to be attracted to everyone but how we grow as people and the things we see and learn shape our attractions and desire for people. A white guy might be attracted to you but a lot of people still question the pairing of white men and black women. Some of this I either expressed to the guy I was dating or witnessed.
Because of that a lot of men just rather avoid the drama and questioning of it. A lot of men are very private when it comes to their loves lives so drawing any attention to them might make them second guess being with a black women. With that being said some of the pressure that might come may come from his own family.
So instead of standing up for what they want they just back down and do what they feel is right to make their family happy. A passing fancy. I have dated one black guy. He was and still is probably the most amazing man I have ever dated. He treated me above and beyond amazing. I just had a desire at one point in my life to date a man of color. But in the end the desire was gone and therefor so was my attraction.
I still thought he was sexy and I got a lot of shit for this. Like I am some kind of racist but I find it no different then when a man who prefers blondes over brunettes, thin girls over thick girls, brown eyes over blue, big boobs over flat chest and vice versa. Same for when women like buff guys over skinny or beards over a clean shave or a tall guy over a man who is closer to her height. I have a type and in the pictures above it is clear of this type. They all look different and at different times in my life I have tried different things but now I know I like tall, skinny white boys with beards and glasses.
I find myself being attracted to Jewish men and maybe being raised around Jewish people that has contributed to my certain type of taste. They are shy. You need to approach them. I am not saying that only white men are shy all men are so this advice goes to all women. You like a guy go get him. Some men are clueless to these things.
But you could be that first women of color to make that change. You might get rejected but rejection comes in all colors. Most of the guys above are either men I have dated briefly, had long term relationships with or had been friends with for a long time and at some point shared a romance.
These pictures span over 6 years and I have dated many people in between but I posted these so you can see that it can happen. Not just once but as often as you want. These were all great romances and had ended for different reasons and I have experienced all of what I mentioned above. Most with the men above.
Love is colorful. Remember that. Who cares if these men are just tuning into the beauty and splendor of my black sistahs after seeing us as mules for centuries. They should thank the blond haired, blue-eyed Jesus they invented that we even look in their direction. Still, you were the first person I called after my miscarriage When he had no intentions of coming back to check on me left me a bloodstain of spontaneous abortion I turned to you Hoped you would give me the support I required not only as my mother But as a woman Tell me, was I needy then?
Or is it only being called needy now? Well, more like… We sampled each other white boy sampling black girl, black girl sampling white boy. Also, he was the first guy who really did things for me I thought it was sweet. I laughed it off, but one of my brothers was fuming and my sister commenting on his very pale skin. I remember we were sitting at his house and a group of cute white girls walked in. They were visiting his housemate. He moved away from me. Like physically moved away. To the other side of the couch. When we were alone later that night, I confronted him.
I believed him. As time went on, I started learning more about what it meant to be black in America. I tried educating him. Actually, I kinda thought he knew backtracking: the first night we fucked, he took me to his room in his house he shared with a couple of other guys from our school..
I thought he was down.. Black people were being murdered, shit at school was fucking me up, and I needed him to really support me. Like, not just give me good dick and money and food which he provided , but to be my friend.. Understand me.. My pain. The pain of a black American woman. Everytime we would end a conversation about race, I felt like I had been scraped raw.. We did that for about a year and half. We ended it and I started dating someone else. A few months later, we ended up hanging out again. It was better than it had ever been. He was so sweet.
We were really friends.