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A White Woman Explains Why She Prefers Black Men
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Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There's only one patch of skin on a white man's body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man's skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. That phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back" is all about the feeling of the skin.
And I had the socially acceptable explanation for my craving. I used that paucity-of-available-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. A white woman past forty is often passed over by her white-male contemporaries. She goes younger or ethnic or foreign-born or down the socioeconomic scale or darker or she spends lonely nights at home with her cats. Black men are happy to get the babe they couldn't have when she was twentysomething and fertile. The laws of the marketplace do prevail. It's not me, it's themthem being the white guys who weren't after me anymore, or so I claimed.
That's a lie. The truth is, I attract about the same percentage of available white men my age (and far younger!) now as I did when I was thirtyand that's not including the unavailable white men who want to play around anyway.
Enough white men want me that I was hardly facing enforced celibacy, but I don't want them.
I want black men. They want me. We look at one another and exchange a visible frisson of sexual energy in the lingering glances. And our attraction is based first on race. We are not those couples who "happen to fall in love" with someone of a different race or more purposefully come together but out of some greater sense of interracial understanding and respect. Not as politically-correct men and women do we seek one another out. The Internet has made it a lot easier for us to find each other now. Men advertise: ebony seeks ivory. Women write: seeking tall, dark, and handsome. Very dark. We are not the same people who say: Race is not important. It is important to us. We have race-specific desires.
Even in a time when nearly 40 percent of single Americans have dated outside their race, that deliberate seeking of the specific other makes some people, especially black women, damned mad.

We are what they denigrate and castigate: white women and black men who choose one another because of our racial differences. They resent our taking their men. Black men are two and a half times more likely to marry a white woman than a black woman is to marry a white man. Black women can point to that statistic in justifying their wrath. But in truth, black sisters, we're after the sex, not the ringand these guys aren't the marrying kind anyway.
Yes, the sex!
The woman who goes after black men is a variant of sex journalist Susie Bright's "white bitch in heat," a woman who puts sex first even though women aren't supposed to do that. According to one school of thought, white women turn to black men when their sex drives kick into higher gear and their social inhibitions recede into the rearview mirror. It's a "yes, baby, now I'm ready for you" reaction.
When we get to the "yes, baby" place, they know it, and they are ready and waiting for us. Black men have more energy, style and edge than white men. They know how to flirt, a nearly lost art among the rest of us. A black man is so damned sexy because he knows how to make a woman feel sexy.
Black men have something white guys don't have anymore: confidence in their masculinity, their sexuality. They clearly know they're men. White men appear to be waiting for the latest sociological research study to let them know if they are men or not. Yet black men are gentlemen, something else white men no longer are. They make me feel like a woman, both respected and desired. I can let go of my inhibitions, my need to control, when I am with them. How many white men can treat a woman like a lady and ravish her too?
I often felt in my White Period that only during heated sex does that little layer of air bubbles between me and the world pop and disappear, leaving me open to intimate connection. It takes a lot of friction for two white people to get that close. These black men, so alive with erotic electricity, cut through the bubbles with a touch, a caress, a kissand they free meand I can truly touch them. I am like a pampered passenger in a Porsche with an expert driver at the wheel. I know I could suggest a route change, but I never really want to do that. On the other hand, the last time I had sex with a white man, we slogged along a bumpy road in a really old VW, the driver like the typical bumbling tv husband who would neither ask for nor accept the directions he badly needed.
My current lover, a handsome businessman, seduced me via eye contact at a neighborhood bar while I was eating burgers with a friend. Without saying a word, he paid the compliments, asked the questions with his expressive eyes. He didn't move over to sit beside me and ask if he could buy me a drink until he knew the time was right. Both soft-spoken and assertive, he has impeccable manners and charm. I was kissing him in a cab 30 minutes after that drink.
On another night in that same bar, a different black man, an artist, knelt and kissed my knees.
I am sure there must be some black men who aren't good in bed. Personally, I have not experienced one who isn't. (True, I am not dating down the socioeconomic ladder, but I didn't do that when I dated white either, so the racial comparisons seem valid and fair.) They look better than white men, they touch and kiss and make love better than white men. Statistically, their penises are only a fraction of an inch bigger on average, but they seem bigger and harder.
White men over 40 have lost their waistlines and their zest for lifeif they ever had it. They carry resentments, grudges and extra pounds in their basketball bellies. Perhaps a good part of that bloat is unhappiness. Even the thin ones look flabby somehow and deeply aggrieved. They nurse the smallest perceived slight longer than their double shots of Scotch. Surely our culture as much as biology turns them into softer, spongier, less-interesting versions of their youthful selves just at the point where women and black men and other minorities are emerging strong. Society overvalues the white man, leaving him angry and bitter when he realizes, around age 40, that he's not all that.
With the exception of some Italians, white men don't turn me on anymore.
That admission puts me in the same category as the older man only interested primarily or exclusively in young women. While women my age scowl and frown at these aging, Upper West Side Boomers pushing strollers as the hand of the thin, blonde wife 20 years their junior rests lightly on their arm, I feel a kinship with the old goats. We are the same, me and that bald white guy, drawn to the exotic other, not caring that the object of our desire has no childhood memory of a Kennedy assassination or a typical WASP Sunday dinner of over-roasted beef, lumpy mashed potatoes and soggy vegetables.
Analyze the roots of attractions all you wantlike scientists have doneand you won't come up with a perfect explanation for why we crave what we do. Desire rises from our depths and is gloriously oblivious to the good opinion of others. Yet until recently, I pretended that my lust was an equal-opportunity craving, because that seemed like the right thing to do.
Halfway through the first glass of wine in my last date with a white man, I realized that little clouds of sadness and self-pity were regularly fluffing off his psyche like the dust clouds kicked up by that dirt-smudged "Peanuts" character as he walks through Charlie Brown's life. This guy was at least mildly depressed, and I wanted to tell him to exercise, lose weight, trim the combover and get interested in something outside yourself. I would have walked out on him immediately, but he seemed to expect that. I couldn't deliver the blow to his ego proffered like the naked neck of a martyr to the ax. My Southern cousins would describe his general demeanor as a "hangdog air." Into the second glass of wine and glancing longingly at the exit, I wanted to hang that dog myself when he mentioned that his face was flushedI hadn't noticedbecause he'd taken a Viagra "just in case."
What did he think would entice me more: That he assumed sex was probable because I'm a sex journalistor that he would need chemical help if sex did occur?
I cannot even imagine a black man bungling an attempted seduction in such a sad way.
That was my last token white guy. I recently came out of my racial-preference closet and told my friends, "I love black men. I'm not attracted to white men over 40, and I'm not dating them anymore. Really, it's not them, it's me.
Nobody was surprised.
reprint: http://www.nypress.com/article-12509-a-white-woman-explains-why-she-prefers-black-men.html]
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I appreciate that you expressed your preference for black men without being disrespectful to black women.
i think that's bullshit! it's for SHOW & as you described on PURPOSE!!!
I appreciate your honesty, but as a black woman who's boyfriend is white, that is rather insulting. White men are not this horrible thing that you make out to be. I have dated/relationships with black men all my life. There are cultural differences, yes. But the white men treat me much differently than black men. There are some white men in their 40s that are absolutely gorgeous. You probably just attract the "white pudgy types". Don't date black men, just because of sex, it's degrading and slutty.
I've always felt that the attraction between most white women and black men was purely sexual and you just confirmed that for me. The reason I think this (though this isn't the entire reason) is because culturally stemming from when we were back in Africa black women were raised not to show their sexuality and to save themselves for marriage. I don't know white European history that well but as far as whites in America white women were "precious" and privileged because you were always catered to and not allowed to do any hard labor as dictated by white men. Outside of white women being the trophy wives for white men and being considered the next best thing to a white man I don't believe you all were held to any high standards regarding your behavior. Anything you all did was ok and just accepted because you all could do no wrong. Gone With the Wind comes to mind cause the main character there if you really look into the story was a ho. Now with that being said fast forward to today, it's the same thing. There was that movie made about the calendar girls I don't remember the exact name where they basically posed nude and no one said anything bad about it (this was not a porn movie by the way. It was released in theaters nationally). Had that been an all black movie we would have been torn apart by the critics and the movie would probably not have done as well. Black men today I believe are tired of having to go through a lot just to get a black woman in bed because that's how we've been raised not to be easy, so the next best thing is to go for a white girl cause to me you all come across as an open book. I was once at a restaurant with a friend of mine and the white hostess kept walking by our table openly flirting with my friend without knowing whether he and I were married dating or just friends. A black woman unless she's a freak or not in her right mind would never have done such a thing unless she knew me and just wanted to play with my head. I was shocked that this white girl, in public was making herself look so slutty. I'm always shocked at how quick white woman are to jump on a black guy and I hear plenty of tales from my girlfriends of real life white women they know and the slutty behaviors they display when dealing with black men. I'm not downing ALL white women but as a whole you all aren't the most conservative women on this earth. And I haven't said all this to say that black woman don't ever act easy or that we're ALL waiting for marriage to give it up, but overwhelmingly white women are far easier to sleep with than black women and this article just helps to prove that. And as another person had commented I also appreciate your honesty on this subject which is rarely examined but just more so accepted as fact and ignored. I also appreciate you expressing why you love black men without putting black women down but surprisingly this article very much supported a lot of what I already thought about white women that mess with black men. More white women and black women need to have discussions like this.
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Interesting read for my "over 40" White man! What a crock of . . . umm hoot!
(need one of those rolling on the floor, crackin' the (&*_ up).
lord give me strength
i feel like i just read "a slave master's wife's guide to seducing a black male slave." now i must disclose that i'm dating a white boi and he's HOT!...a lil on the skinny side but a hottie. he just bought me a gift for thanksgiving...THANKSGIVING...who does that? one of the last black guys i went out with didn't even buy my two cheeseburger meal (with no onions) from mcdonalds).
anyhoo...where black women seem to struggle with the historical, emotional and social impacts of dating outside their race, black men seem to view it in opposite terms. it's as if going outside of oneself in the black male mind is a point of elevation whereas black women question if it's a complete and utter degredation of one's soul.
either way, some old chick writing an article about why she enjoys being pimped is of no consequence to me so it's whatever...
Your post is really good. Thanks for sharing. I really appriciate it. Regards, Jacob
So while I read this, I struggled with so many emotions. First, I was intrigued. I have long wondered about the appeal of White women to Black men, but I am even more perplexed by what is so appealing to White women about Black men.
I clicked on "Read More" and continued to read. I started to feel disgusted. Disgust was replaced by hot anger. Hot anger was replaced by frustration.<
I have to say that your blog is entertaining to say the least but it also made me more suspicious of White women, dislike White women more, and more discouraged about getting a Black man (I'm already competing with a plethora of single, financially and professionally successful, still SINGLE Black women).
I was also strangely offended by the way you described Black man. On one hand, it was great to hear someone praising our Black men, complimenting the beauty afforded by their African ancestry. On the other, it was coming from a White woman, an outsider, and a predator maybe? Additionally, I am sure I wouldn't have felt this way had this description come from a Black woman. I would read it, agreed, and gone about my business.
But this, this upset me and I am made even more upset because I'm not sure I should be, but I can't help myself. It is as if you are "taking our men". You describe them in this romanticized manner that I have always imagined White women think of the "Mandingo mystique." I was also perturbed because you described Black men as if they were a homogenous group of people with very monolithic behavior and attributes.
Most importantly, it is so enraging that the very things you find sexy in Black men but missing in White men are things that slavery cultivated in our race. Slave masters castrated Black men in front of an audience in order to 1) subdue that Black man and make him a proper, obedient slave, 2) humiliate him in front of his people so that he would have no chance of stirring a rebellion, 3) warn other slaves of the repercussions of disobeying a master and 4) to preserve the virtue of White women by removing Black men’s sexual urges.
Theories in Black psychology propose that the uber-masculine behavior of modern Black men (that often results in gang membership, domestic violence, street violence, etc.) is a compensatory behavior following heavy deprecation and humiliation of slavery. Black mothers and fathers imparted archetypes of how to behave as masculine as possible so as to retain some of the dignity stolen by the system of slavery that existed in North America. It's a defense mechanism.
It is difficult for a Black man to be treated as a respectable man in this culture, sometimes no matter what they achieve professionally or financially. Black men are still seen, as buffoons, less intellectually capable, must adhere to a White standard, portrayed in the media as violent, absent fathers. And as a Black person (male or female) your behavior and achievements are always representative of your race or a shining example against the failure of your race. Rarely are you evaluated individually and just representing yourself.
I'm digressing because I'm so frustrated. It's possible that you know all these things. However, as a 20-something year old, college educated, graduate school bound Black woman, I'm ineligible to many a Black man. I have educated myself out of many pools of Black men.
On top of that, I have to compete with the White aesthetic. I have to perm my hair, pluck this, reduce this, and augment this to meet the White/European standard of beauty that is sometimes very antithetical to my African features. I don't perm my hair to make it bone straight like some White women's and I have again removed myself from another pool of Black men that prefer White aesthetics.
Furthermore, I resented the fact that you understand that White women, for Black men for centuries, are a kind of forbidden fruit. White men don’t want White women to be tampered with and Black women damn sure don’t want Black men chasing after White women. That’s another social construct brought to you by the letters s-l-a-v-e-r-y. However, in this day and age when it is no longer acceptable to legislate social segregation, White women have, in a way, become a status symbol for Black men once they have “made it.” You attract the men that know they couldn’t have you twenty years ago? I’m so confused. So are you preying on the broken psyche of our Black culture, our Black men?
I want a Black man to have Black children and do my social and professional part to strengthen our culture and our people. It would be one thing if you happened to fall in love with a Black man and lived happily ever after. But you don't. You are "race-specific" in your dating endeavors, making our most eligible Black men ineligible to us.
I know Black men are fly. I know they are irresistible. Black culture is heavily influenced by Africn culture. I know our men have swag. I know White men don't flirt quite like our men do. Which is why I'm torn about your words. It is true. There is something different, maybe even magical about Blackness/Africanness. But damn, White lady, you have the world at your feet. Can we at least have our Black men? There has to be a swaggerific White men somewhere!
I don't know you but something tells me you can never really appreciate a Black man in the capacity he is meant to be. I doubt you can smile with the glee we do when we see a Black man pushing a stroller, playing with his young children or making his African wife laugh. It's devastating what is happening to Black America and to Africa and retaining our Black men, to be great Black fathers, to be great Black community leaders, is a large part of the solution. And, ostensibly, you just want to sex them up?
This was a great read though.
yours and truloc's responses pretty much mirror my own. but on the other hand, I am torn: I agree with what you're saying/feeling, but at the same time, wonder if feeling that way is just another excuse for us not experimenting ourselves.
Black women (and Chinese men) have the highest number of singles in this country, and it's for the reasons that were already mentioned in your response: because we were raised a certain way. I'm not saying that we should "loosen up" like white women and be physically available for every Tom, Dick and A**hole that shows up on our front door, but I don't think that purposefully segregating ourselves will bring us any closer to happiness, either.
and frankly, when people talk about weakening the race, it makes me sick to the stomach because it's reminiscent of Hitler. we are all mixed, REALLY, REALLY mixed. in this day and age, there's not many pure ethnic groups anymore.
and really, who the hell cares about race when you're searching for the one that will complete your happiness? it's like rejecting a porche because it's the wrong year. yes it will be more work because of misunderstanding and cultural differences (think of the movie Something New) but that doesn't mean that these couldn't happen if you married someone from Liberia, Somolia or some other African country.
I think as Black women we need to open up more dialogue with our Black men and vice versa, that way we can have more understanding of each other and ourselves. but in the same token, don't look down at others because they don't share the same race as you, hell, according to "science", Snoop Dog is more European than Black anyways, lol.
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