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I Heart Black Men
Anyone who knows me will tell you I am attracted to black men. Don’t ask me why. Not to generalize, but maybe it’s the suave swagger. Maybe it’s the skin color. Beyond that, I just don’t know.
I know what you are thinking: I must like black men because I like big dicks. You are probably thinking that I’m so black-cock crazy that I would suck a black dick through a fence, but that’s just not true. I’m not lying around conjuring up Mandingo fantasies of a black man with a big dick bouncin’ up against his bare chest as he runs through the jungle, that’s for sure. I’m not a size queen. In fact, when I see a big dick I feel like I have to act all impressed. ”Oh, wow,” I say in a robotic monotone voice. “Whatever do you plan to do with that?”
So whatever the reason, I’ve grown to accept that I like me some black men. I’ve tried to date white men but it never seems to work out. The last time I dated a white guy, he flinched like an abused dog when I went to hug him and he told me he thought I acted too “niggerish”.
I’ve dated a few Asians as well, but the ones I dated ate a lot of raw foods and used their teeth too much when they gave head.
So, my point is, I’m open to dating guys of other races, but I’m primarily attracted to black men. I can’t help whom I’m attracted to, can I? So why not just go with the flow? I’ve never questioned it much until recently, over cocktails, a close black friend offered some advice: “You’d find a guy that would treat you right if you stopped dating black men.”
Homo say what?
If black men are so problematic, why does my Close Black Friend only date black men? And is my Close Black Friend treating his boyfriend right?
While on a date, an Older Black Man recently told me he wanted to settle down with a white boy. “Why does it have to be a white guy?” I wondered out loud.
“Everyone knows that if you want a commitment,” he said, “you have to get a white boy.”
And all this time, I thought that if you wanted a commitment you had to get a woman.
“Are you sure you want to start dating white guys? I’ve heard we smell like wet dog and use our thumbs when we dance,” I joked.
He laughed but then sighed. “Might as well. The black guys I know have too much game.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this. A few days ago, another black friend told me he’s “stopped messin’ with other negroes because they ain’t about shit!” Even several of my black gal pals say the same: it is impossible to find a good black man.
So what’s up with all this? Is this a gay thing? Is this a geographic thing? What’s a white boy to do? According to these naysayers, will I have to end up with a pasty red head to find happiness? Now that I’ve gone black, will I have to go back?
Tags: attraction, commitment