darq
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Joined: 4/21/2006 From: under a rock Status: offline
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This is going to sound trite but its how I honestly feel; I can't explain it ... It just is. I was raised in an extremely racisit home. Everyone in my family, and I do mean everyone, thinks of anyone who is not white as being inferior. I spent 17 years of my life surrounded by derogatory comments against anyone who's skin tone was just a little bit different than ours. I never understood it ... I was allowed to play with girls of other skin tones and races but never boys, even if the brothers of the girls I was playing with were off limits. I wasn't allowed to sleep over at their house but they were welcome to come to mine ... And sometimes I wonder, did they feel the undercurrent of distaste that my family had for them? It was never obvious, they never once called a black person a nasty name to his or her face (although my father called a black man boy once, just once, and backhanded me when I innocently pointed out that the man was almost the same age as my father and therefore couldn't be a boy) ... I think they must have and it makes me sad because I want to go back to these people and let them know that I'm not like that, that I never saw them as being less than or different than me. But would they believe me if I did? Hmm ... When I see people, I dont see color. When I say someone is beautiful or sexy or attractive, its because the entire package ... color, structure, features, and personality all work together and create a beautiful of sexy or attractive person. When I say I dislike someone, its because they display an attitude, personality or moral code that offends me and have given me a reason to dislike them. As a child I often envied the black girls in my class at school because they got to wear their hair in all those braids and have beads and other things woven into the hair and I always thought that was so creative and beautiful and different. I loved how they could spend time in the sun and not come back looking like a lobster and I'm very envious of black women's butts mostly becaue I'm cursed with the white girl butt, nothing there. lol But I never once thought of anyone as being superior or inferior to me. As for the OP, I've never had a black Master although I have been approached and admired by black men in the past. Things just never worked out between us ... Usually a distance thing or just bad timing. I think I would be extremely turned off if I were to submit to any man and he revealed to me that he felt our match was more right somehow because of the colours of our skin. Admiring my features is one thing, drawing comparisons of superiority and inferiority from them is another entirely. When I had red hair I was approached by men from various other countries and a few of them did comment that the biggest part of their attraction to me was because of how I differed from women of their own countries and ethnicities ... The red hair, green eyes, pale skin (alas no freckles) ... They would often ask if I was wild in bed because of my hair and eyes. That always struck me as being absurd. I honestly feel more comfortable as a brunette (or any other color because god knows I've tried every shade under the sun), even though I have to color my hair to keep it this way, because so many men gravitate to redheads, expecting a certain attitude or fire about them. It disgusts me to judge a person based on how they look or how God put them together. If the dynamic is there, its going to be there regardless.
< Message edited by darq -- 5/13/2006 7:41:20 AM >
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So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts ... Tell me, whats so amazing about really deep thoughts? I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.
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