I guess this proves size doesn't matter
Ehhh... well there are always exceptions to the rule.
Mentioned to many of y'all in previous posts when threads of the like were manifested, i date black women exclusively and to this day; i haven't met a sista that mentioned anything about dikk this and dikk that (it do do work, call me a rare bear).
If anything, it's only dudes who make extra emphasis on that (on the same token, i used to slang/exploit my phallus shots on sohh all the time, but that's just me exemplifying counter-generalizations to expel stereotypes).
Back to the topic; yeah, seeing sistas with asian guys is the equivalent of dying and being resurrected or blind guy being a pilot... but they do exist.
We just gotta embrace each other as human beings, not reducing ourselves to the societal qualms and histories of segregating groups do to their ethnic backgrounds or depth/shade of pigment.
My preference/primary choice to be with black women doesn't stem from fetishes or stigmas about sexual prowess of rap video sexuality images...
They derive from my experiences growing up in a predominantly urban community and interacting with primarily black people (why the fukk y'all think i'm so comfortable interacting with y'all on a daily basis and being on sohh since 2002? I love my brothas and sistas. As a matter of fact, i have a dad but have a family friend (who's an old school type brotha btw) that i see as more of a father figure to me than my own biological).
And i also wanted to throw out there... a lot of you brothas who don't date sistas (for whatever reason) don't know how good you've got it. Most black women only prefer black men. Most sistas i approach (oh and believe, i do it on almost a weekly, if not - semi daily basis, every chance i get) don't give me the time of day because of their preconceived notions about fellas of my background (if they only knew that i was only this way on the outside, but of how urban i am in the inside - i'm practically culturally and dare i say, biologically black - without trying to be someone who i'm not, a posters P.O.M.E.).
They say that the "blacker the berry... the sweeter the juice."
Well, that's great and stuffs, but i wanted to modify that adage to a more contemporary standpoint and remix it into my own proverb:
"The darker the ebony... the more you gon' feel like its heavenly."
Y'all gave me my Ghetto Pass. And i embraced it since its inception and only represented it right.
But i think its time for me to upgrade to the premium, most elite of packages; the crem de la crem. The pinnacle. The Peak. The ultimate cahoona of privileges.
Well... i think its time for my coveted "Black Pass".
Brothas. Sistas. Give a vigga the power
to be inducted in the hall of fame of blackness.
*drinks the middle juices of the urban Afro Diety Nubian Queen of Calafia!!!*
*feels inviggarated*
Naw but for real though.
You hear the maxim, "Once you go black, you never go back."
That's great and all, but the way i feels...
"Once you go black... errthang else just seems whack."
*goes into black club by himself*
*approaches ebony queen and treats her like a Kit Kat Bar...
... the way he Breaks Her Off*
Umph.
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Russians is crazy you tryin to get me 
You ain' the only one ironjaw.
