By Popular Demand: True Coliwood Stories - College Athletics
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Damn you broke down that whole white woman/black man dynamic. A very sick dynamic when you examine it.
About how the relationship symbolizes their contempt for white men and many times each other. That was some deep shyt about the white woman knowing how frail the white man's ego is and how subconsciously they don't really respect them.
And to further elaborate on your point about the "racist is always the fetishist" I've noticed from my experiences that even the most racist of white women will still be attracted to black men in one way or another and it usually manifests itself in the form of this sick fetish that they have for black men for them to even be racist in the first place. I've been around white women who I would never think in a million years would be into black men but after a couple of drinks in them they're the ones knocking on your door and pursuing you in some way or another. I've noticed that White women in general can't really hold their racism towards black men for a long period of time. When you think it about the only thing causing them to harbor these racist ideologies is based off the constant rhetoric they hear from white men painting black men as these savage beasts who are violent lazy thugs lead by their penis. People aren't born racist, they are taught this. The white man's structure all comes falling down for them when their precious white daughters, sisters, mothers and cousins go out here and encounter a black man that does not live up to that stereotype. He's an educated black man who is the antithesis of every stereotype that white women have been fed about black men. He doesn't have any illegitimate kids walking around, is in college or has a good steady job and has a good head on his shoulders. He might have that extra dash of "swag" or charisma that the white doesn't have and is quite attractive. This black man is the white man's worst nightmare because he defies every racist stereotype that has been said by white men and he is very intriguing to white women. Because when white women encounter these types of black men it really throws them off, they must question everything that their fathers told them about us and once they really examine this dynamic it becomes clear to even the most racist of white women that white men have a glaring inferiority complex if they feel the need to constantly dissuade them from messing with black men. This coincides with Walt's post because when he said that white women are masters of playing up the white man's ego and they realize how important this is but they also realize how fragile it is. And that it can be easily broken by just finding black men or other races of men attractive. Deep down white women know this and once you finally examine this whole dynamic you really begin to see that as a whole they really don't respect white men. And this contempt they have for the white man usually manifests itself through sexual relationships where they use black men as tools of sexual aggression towards white men. Some pretty sick shyt if you think about it
The educated black man is by far the most hated and misunderstood man in America, bar none.
I'm RARELY impressed by reading narratives and I really don't mess with fiction...but your writing is some of the best i've seen.
O.T.I.S.
Veteran
FarealI couldn't stand those supersized linemen the same way I can't stand Oscar Gay La Hoya. Like, it genuinely pisses me off that I'm a big, strong dude but there are these giant lineman motherfukkers who could snap me in half; and it really annoys me that a lame ass crossdressing chump like Oscar could beat me to death within 30 seconds.
YO I was reading this like where the fukk did this come from
I didn't know tall nikkas thought like this. It explains a lot but he kept it real as fukk
O.T.I.S.
Veteran
Against His Religion (continued)
If you've read this far you've got to be wondering, what in the fukk does this have to do with college sports? Well, I got to NYC, spent a day with fam, and ended up spending New Year's with one of my old school homeboys at a Domincan bar in the Bronx that he liked. I ran into this woman I knew from college there, a chick named Tanisha I had been mad cool with and thought about dating, but it never worked out. She had moved to the city after law school, and was at the bar with her roommate, this pretty Dominican shorty.
Tanisha told me she initially had been living in Brooklyn with another chick who went to college with us, you remember Stacey? Hell fukkin' yes, lightskinned broad with the fattest ass on campus. She was dating that one dude who made the NFL, right? He just got paid out the ass, right? Hope she stuck around long enough to collect. Tanisha got quiet for a second. "Yeah, they're still together. That's why we don't live together anymore. I couldn't watch what she was doing to herself." Wait... say what? Shorty on drugs? Cheating on him? What happened? "Last time I spoke to her, she'd had her 5th abortion."5 abortions? What the fukk? Did they ever think about birth control? "She wanted to go on it, but he said it was against his religion."
It wasn't the happiest New Year's eve, but lord knows I was eager to put the past year behind me. My phone was blowing up with calls and texts after midnight, as per custom. Family, friends wishing happy new year. My girl called, but I just let it ring. Around 2 a.m. Bree called. Me and my homie had ended up in Sin City, getting lap dances among the petty drug crews who used to (and probably still do) set up shop there. I stepped outside to call her back, and when she picked up her voice was mad shaky. Shorty had come home after going to a New Year's party and found her husband dead in their bed. He'd shot himself. The police were on their way. She kept asking me "what am I supposed to do now?" fukk if I had an answer.
How many years ago was all of that? Does it matter? Time is an irrelevant concept when we talk about tragedy, suffering, and loss. We carry our loss and suffering into bars, down cold streets, along highways, and most significantly into the deepest corners of our hearts and minds. Loss never quite leaves us, even when we think we've put it out of our minds. You always know when you meet someone who is carrying a profound and unspeakable loss inside, it's in the eyes, the occasional hesitation in speech, the barely detectable reactions to certain songs, certain situations. We rarely articulate it, because there aren't really words to make sense of that sort of thing. Even now, in typing this out, I was thinking by the time I reached the end there would be some connection I could make, some thread that would tie it all together and deliver an ultimate insight. But all I have is this: a woman who lost a child and couldn't recover; a woman who ruined a relationship when she thought she was saving it; a woman who decided being with a professional football player was worth abortion after abortion after abortion; a man whose religious belief didn't permit birth control, but was fine with terminating pregnancies.
Trying to figure out how to distill meaning from that winter, I keep coming back to two things. I think about Josephine the terrier being the only being I encountered that winter who seemed to know how to provide love without any weird, fukked up contingencies. And I can see Bree standing over the hotel bed, studying the map she'd laid out. She thought the world was wide open, when really it was closing down on her. I think about how quickly one single road out of many can become the singular road you take; how abruptly one way a life might turn out can become the entire life. I think about how to run away is just as dangerous as to stop moving altogether. I think about all that death, all that loss, and how fortunate it is that I'm one of the people from that winter who got back on the road and carved out a brand new journey; how lucky I am to still be going strong.
One of the deepest and realest stories about life that I've ever read.
5 star thread bruh. I hope you are some type of professional writer
ReggieFlare
Superstar
i'm calling bullchit on these stories.
Some of the scenarios do seem contrived to me. Regardless, this is one of best threads I've read on the coli.
It hasn't only given me a new perspective of the corruption behind college athletics; it has also made me re-examine my LIFE. Big props to Walt
We need to make a thread on that on Higher Learning. shyt is crazy powerful
Thanks to all y'all who popped in recently to read and comment. Sincerely appreciate the feedback.
Late to the party on this thread, got me feeling like Arsenio at a wine and cheese....
how come nobody told me how good this thread was!?
not much to add that hasn't already been said but I have to show respect to the breh Walt. Some really entertaining stories to read, and like many others Preacher Man really got me, RIP Rome and thank you @Walt
how come nobody told me how good this thread was!?
not much to add that hasn't already been said but I have to show respect to the breh Walt. Some really entertaining stories to read, and like many others Preacher Man really got me, RIP Rome and thank you @Walt
STEVE
MIami Beach on the check-in.
where is LACROSSETITUTES? want to hear about some cocaine orgies.
This is why I miss having my xbox
The jokes and stories with my Coli brehs
I never honestly gamed for the pleasure of gaming...
but for the social experience I was getting from people who had experienced life just a lil bit different than I
I'd swoop an Xbox back up just to have some Coli roundtable like sessions
The jokes and stories with my Coli brehs
I never honestly gamed for the pleasure of gaming...
but for the social experience I was getting from people who had experienced life just a lil bit different than I
I'd swoop an Xbox back up just to have some Coli roundtable like sessions
