Q: My husband doesn’t like seeing White men with Black women, although he dated an Asian woman for a few years. A: Because we want to self-subject for experimentation? Q: If you ‘gon date a White man, make sure he has a trust fund. You date men in their 40s without checking accounts.To be honest, I find it difficult to keep track of the number of white women I have met who are certain that their black partners would never want black women.“They are better looking with amazing skin and long hair”, Steven, another friend of mine, remarked when I probed him on why he always dates white women.You never know who you’re going to meet when you set up camera equipment on Loving Weekend. I was just standing around networking and two GAAAUUUUGEOUS men came up to me and asked what all the hullabaloo was about. What started off as brunch, where we both confessed our intentional avoidance of commitment, turned into 10 hours of non-stop fun, intriguing conversation, and the occasional 3rd chakra palpitating gaze. And my president sang “Amazing Grace.” My Facebook feed was in a frenzy.When I moved to Mozambique for the summer in 2008, my life flipped upside down. Fifty feet from home, we approached a group of locals under a streetlight and my fears got the best of me. Because what if the sight of us together incited something that we couldn’t be saved from? He held my hand to secure us and I let his go to do the same. I have been mis-loved and mistreated in expert quantity.
The date ended with an impressive kiss (we made out). Because after leaving a “good” job, moving to a new state and leaving behind people who love me, switching my spacious waterfront apartment for my aunt’s back bedroom/office, and getting a part-time holiday job at Nordstrom just to keep gas in my Honda, I’d ‘bout maximized my fears and delighted in an opportunity for some revelry. I moved into a beautiful and spacious loft with a couple I’d met some weeks before. You can’t love me." "I don’t have to know you, to feel you." The morning after, I had an early meeting at work and left him to sleep until I returned. The morning was cold and bright; the sun was on his cheek. I smiled to myself, thinking that life was finally turning around — back in my own place again, with a new handsome gentleman — and headed off to what could be a new career. Thus, while I was indeed really Black, I still wasn’t quite Black enough. It’s true that I grew up as a black girl child in the American South, and had defining experiences with racism. One friend posted that she would never again sit with her back to a White man.
Ignorance Everywhere The rumor stream began that I was dating a White man. Because a love like this is unadulterated, and not subject to the angers and judgments and fears and ignorance of people nor nations. Ama is the creative force behind the blog You Are The Truth.com, where she tells all of her business and experiences with failure, fear, triumph, Love, sex, and spirituality.
But then, there was a shooting in a Black church in South Carolina.
They loathe their women so much that they even slander them in front of their white companions, much like the black male I mention in the opening paragraph.
The hurtful and humiliating comments appear to be a dismal attempt to ruin the self-esteem of their women.