When we get to the "yes, baby" place, they know it, and they are ready and waiting for us. It's a "yes, baby, now I'm ready for you" reaction. 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. 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. But in truth, black sisters, we're after the sex, not the ringand these guys aren't the marrying kind anyway. Black women can point to that statistic in justifying their wrath. 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. We are what they denigrate and castigate: white women and black men who choose one another because of our racial differences. We have race-specific desires.Įven 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 not the same people who say: Race is not important. Women write: seeking tall, dark, and handsome. The Internet has made it a lot easier for us to find each other now. Not as politically-correct men and women do we seek one another out. 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. And our attraction is based first on race. We look at one another and exchange a visible frisson of sexual energy in the lingering glances. Enough white men want me that I was hardly facing enforced celibacy, but I don't want them. 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 thirty and that's not including the unavailable white men who want to play around anyway.
It's not me, it's them being the white guys who weren't after me anymore, or so I claimed. Black men are happy to get the babe they couldn't have when she was twentysomething and fertile. 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. A white woman past forty is often passed over by her white-male contemporaries. I used that paucity-of-available-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. And I had the socially acceptable explanation for my craving. That phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back" is all about the feeling of the skin. I craved it more strongly than Carrie Bradshaw craved Manolo Blahnik shoes. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford.
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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.
Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh.