I Don't Kiss (continued)
There's so much more I could share along these same lines, but I think it's best to end with this: at the school I transferred to, there was a party at the end of every month for the senior class, as a means to bring us together on our way out the door. These joints were so fukking wild, because you would have white women who quite literally never spoke to black dudes on campus outside of the classroom approaching cats when no one was watching and they got enough drunken courage up, and saying shyt like "I've been watching you for two years now" or "I need to see you before we graduate" or "what are you doing after this party" or "I used to stare at your tattoo in class; I have a tattoo I want you to see." All of those are actual quotes I remember hearing from broads. Mannnnnnnnnn.... a lot of nikkas I knew were banging these bytches out on some real down low shyt. I'm talking about a really good school, full of elite students from wealthy families: daughters of judges, movie producers, politicians, CEOs. I'm talking blue blood bytches with boyfriends they were basically engaged to. I cannot tell you how many times I was in the awkward position of the girlfriend of some white dude I knew well propositioning me behind his back. As I said, that has never been my thing - I have no problem whatsoever with interracial relationships or fukking or whatever, but I don't fukk with that sort of offensive, festishization. If you think you're too good to talk to me in public, in front of other white dudes, then don't come seeking me out behind a building to set up the late night creep. Of course, not all my peoples felt the way I did - which put me in the horrible position of having several black friends who had banged out girlfriends of white friends I had.
My favorite such incident was one of my main homies getting propositioned by one of the whitest broads on campus - super blue blood bytch from Boston who was dating this white dude who was mad condescending toward nikkas. His girl was real pretty, she was his little porcelain trophy. He used to floss that bytch all over campus. Well, turned out she had a thing for my homie, and set it up so that after one of the senior parties he was going to leave the door to his crib open and she was going to slide through. So shorty shows up around 3 a.m., my homie is sitting in bed watching tv, and she walks in the room, gets on his bed and leans in to kiss him. My nikka pulled his head back before their lips touched and told her, simply, "I don't kiss." She gave him a puzzled look, so he shrugged, pulled the sheets back, and flashed her the dikk. And yep, shorty put her mouth on his joint, sucked and swallowed him - at which point he rolled the fukk over and went to bed, leaving this rich ass princess ho to let herself out. And you know what? More power to that man. In the midst of all that insanity, that weird mix of contempt, taboo, emasculation, lust, and racism he treated her precisely as she deserved. You want to treat a nikka like his only value lies within his black dikk?
Well then worship at the altar and get the fukk out.
I don't kiss.