I aint gon lie, im disappointed....general is still and will ALWAYS been the internet storytelling king
@Walt how come your links aren't working breh?Am i the only one the links arent working for? It keeps redirecting me to page 15
I wanna eat too brehs
Damn, I didn't even know you were white. You should do the Jon B thing. Black girls love that shyt if you are into sistas.Great last two stories @Walt
I had the interracial relationship conversation with one of my friends a while back and its crazy how both sides feel so differently about it.
We saw a black, bummy loooking dude walking with a good looking white girl and my friend, who is black, said "I don't trust black dudes who date white women. I just feel like they're using them." I, who am white, said to him "what if she is just using him to get back at her racist dad or mom or brother or some shyt?"
We talked it out for a bit but it's sad that even in the right circumstances, people from the outside will judge an interracial relationship and try and figure out "why it's not pure" and that comes from both sides. I have a white friend who is scared to date a black girl because he thinks the power difference in the relationship would be hard to deal with. Not because he is overbearing or controlling, but because he thinks it would be too tough to deal with societally.
shyt is really sad. Thankfully I grew up in the city so black people were never a surprise to me. Before I learned about stereotypes I already was friends with kids who proved them wrong. So I never had a fascination with black people, their dikks and who they were fukking. So sorry to anyone who had a white person probe them like a science experiment.
Unfortunately, a lot of the girls I'm attracted to only fukk with black guys, so fukk y'all for that
Yeah, but that facial expression is perfect for all kinds of dismissive shyt.@Walt man that nikka at the end of the "I dont Kiss" story was like the opposite of
there is nothing worse than going to a party and seeing frats and sorros doing their stupid routine on the floor.
And Kappas wear make up. Im convinced. I remember going to YardFest during Howard's Homecoming one year, and there were a group of them there with make up, eyebrows plucked, and over-processed curls. We didnt have them on my campus so this was my 1st time around them. The prettiest dudes Ive ever seen.
Still, the Qs were next level of scust. They were pretty much a gang in purple and gold. They only had 2 of them on campus but 30 of them would come to parties.
Its funny too. The Sigmas were the top frat on my campus because it was them and the Iotas. Cats only joined the Sigmas because they were the only ones not suspended. When the other frats came back, the Sigma numbers fell.
Props to @Walt for another amazing story.
My cousin dated this white girl in high school and her best friend dated his boy.....his boy also had a black girlfriend and she got mad one day, looked up the number in the phone book and called the parents of my cousin's girl. Her dad was LIVID. Took her car, cell phone and the house phone out of her room. Eventually she got back to sneaking around with my cousin...,,,,Some shyt went down and she smashed the homie and they fell out for a minute. She went to college with me and after they broke up she was getting smanged out by some football player. She only dated or fukked with black dudes. She ended up marrying a white dude. I rememeber our uncle talking about how he would see white broads they smutted out in their younger years in public with their husbands. I never really got into white girls like my cousins did as I moved closer to the city and the dynamic there was different. Plus it always stuck with me that the mayor's daughter in this small town I was in back in 3rd grade told me her daddy said she can't date a black guy. I still wanna bust in her face to this day.And here I always thought it was my dislike for Black women and the way they acted that drove me to uppercrust White girls (I got over it. Disliking Black women, that is).
As a Black man that went to a largely White, upper-crust High School and ran both with Athletes and in largely White social circles in college, what you wrote is the fukking truth. When I think about it for a second, a majority of the White women that I messed around with in those years were exactly as you described them: wealthy and from families that would probably retch with disgust at the notion of having a Black man in the house (in fact, I had a girl basically tell me this about her family. Of course, she was half-Columbian). You could even extend this to girls that want to identify as White; a girl that I knew that was of Palestinian descent acted like this just because she looked White enough to say that she was and have people believe it. Yet, as soon as we went off to college and I visited a mutual friend of ours at her college, THEN she wanted me. I didn't go to college in the South, but I encountered this all the damn time.
As much as I benefited from it sexually, it's degrading when you think about it. The women that think in the manner that you described yet turn around and fukk Blacks are essentially using us as tools of social aggression against White men. By doing that, it reinforces the racism, sexual or otherwise, perpetrated against us through reinforcing White men's views of White women that have sex with Blacks (by fukking with lessers, it makes them see the woman that perpetrated the act as lessers) and giving White women a rationale for fukking Blacks that allows them to distance themselves from the act mentally and emotionally. We still end up as untouchables in a sexual caste system either way.
I love having sex White women as much as the next man (for instance, I laughed at a Facebook status that stated "SEMESTER'S OVER!!! BLACK GUYS, GRAB YOU A WHITE GIRL," because that's exactly what I did when the semester was over) and I have zero shame about it. But when I think about it in this way, the sexual and racial politics of interracial relationships, specifically my own, get murky and very troubling. Good post.
Oh, andat the "Underground Railroad" and "I would never sleep with a colored man." Don't believe in it when it's convenient, but believe in it enough to fukk a Black man. fukking people sometimes.
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.
I have dated across a wide spectrum. Currently in a zone where I'm just fukking if I feel like it, but nothing serious. The one chick who has come closest to getting me back into a relationship is a black chick. But she's bougie and I have serious issues with bougie women. She's tall with great breasts though, and I'm a sucker for both. Got a decent head on her shoulders too.
This professor rumor is as persistent as the bullshyt about me owning SOHH. Nah, I ain't a professor. Also, if you know anything about professors, the overwhelming majority are underpaid, and don't make anywhere near $250,000 a year. I know a handful of professors personally, and you best believe they ain't caking at all. The perks of being a professor lie in grants, sabbaticals, having summers off and long breaks for holidays, figuring out how to manipulate departmental money to fund your travel and send you to conferences... but unless you are doing major scientific research, you're a celebrity prof at an Ivy, or getting those residuals from a textbook you authored or a bestseller you wrote.... nah, you ain't seeing cake like that off teaching at the college level.
