SheWantTheD
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I go on there every few months and jumped on it last night.. The male bashing threads on there are comedy to me. I don't have an account on the site tho.How would you know anything about the site if you arent on that site?
I go on there every few months and jumped on it last night.. The male bashing threads on there are comedy to me. I don't have an account on the site tho.How would you know anything about the site if you arent on that site?
#bwgtow stay mad, black male parasites
now, now. lets not pretend BW have standards when it comes to cacs
But wtf she couldnt find a younger better looking white dude?
What is love?
But wtf she couldnt find a younger better looking white dude?
Told y'all women don't know how to love, everything with them is chess. A come up, I've already accepted if I get married my wife will be with me for what I can provide herIT'S ALWAYS THAT FINANCIAL SECURITY WITH A bytch.... as ALWAYS the main reason they are with that person, shyt is sick..
What is love?
now, now. lets not pretend BW have standards when it comes to cacs
you go on the site but critize people that you think visit the site.I go on there every few months and jumped on it last night.. The male bashing threads on there are comedy to me. I don't have an account on the site tho.
All they want is that lightskinned, "good hair" baby. Playing in mixed hair is serious business.now, now. lets not pretend BW have standards when it comes to cacs
Exactly, they expect us to wait for them while they obsess over their white & biracial women. Get them coins gurl. #BlackGirlMagic#bwgtow stay mad, black male parasites
“Im a Negro Bed Wench,” and Other Things I Learned Since Marrying My Husband
July 12, 2014 | ** Guest Author ** |
Written by The Peacock Bride
I’m a sell out. I’m a Negro Bed Wench. I’m an Uncle Tom. Yup…How did I find this out? Like most things, I’ve found out from the internet. I’m a bad woman who obviously hates myself and Black people…not because of who I “hate” but because of who I love.
It’s sad that in 2014 loving who you want to love (or can’t help but love) is still an issue, but it is. The uncomfortable juxtapose when we are together–seeing his pinkish skin near my caramel color is enough to invite looks that are sharp enough to cut glass from people showing their disdain for our relationship. I was so naive; too liberal; too Utopian in my thinking; too intermingled with people that are different than me to understand the gravity of what me marrying a White man means to other people. I just didn’t know. Call me inexperienced.
I don't even care anymore.
shyt is just getting ridiculous and repetitive at this point.