... what the heck is wrong.
WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE REMOVE THIS WHITE-MAN MAGNET FROM MY BEHIND, AND AFFIX ONE THAT WILL DRAW BLACK MEN?!
I lurve black men, just lurve my brothas. And to go even further I really lurve BLACK, black men ... you know ... the ones who, back in the day, would be banished from the "big house". The big, black, Michael Clarke Duncan-lookin' brothas ... with unruly, nappy hair, and thick wild facial hair ... like my future-husband and father of my children, ?uestlove (Shh! He doesn't know it yet).
But ...
Why don't they lurve me? I wonder if I'm too this, or too that, or not enough this, or not enough that.
It is my experience that black men want to boink me, and white men want to date and boink me.
I don't want to date *or* boink white men.
I want to date black men, with the option to boink them later. (LOL)
There is this white (and I DO mean white: skin like fish bellies, freckly, skinny, with red hair) guy who lives in my building who keeps telling me that he'd "treat me like a queen". And I truly believe that, in his own mind, and in his own way, he really means it. He is quite the persistent li'l bugger, too, but I have no desire to be treated like queen victoria. I am of a different sort of Royalty.
So in my mind I'm like no, no, no, no, no! You need to be a BLACK MAN when you say such things to me!
He's just an example but white men have ALWAYS fallen for me, and I hate it!
**end rant**