I am Human, I am African, I am Black. Analogous to any "other" man but for the color of my skin, my black skin.
Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There's no patch of skin on any "other" man's body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man's skin. The first time a non-black woman caressed my caramel
black skin, she said it felt like a luxury she shouldn't be able to afford. She craved it more strongly than a junkie craves her next fix. That phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back" is all about the feeling of the skin. (Or is it the phrase, "Once
you go black, you need a wheelchair")
"Asian/white women in China don't go for black guys". That's a lie. The truth is, I attract about the same percentage of available white/asian women as I do black women (and that's not including the unavailable ones who want to play around anyway).
I want asian/white women. 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. 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.
Black men have more energy, style and edge than any "other" men. They know how to flirt, a nearly lost art among the rest of "malekind". A black man is so damned sexy because he knows how to make a woman feel sexy.
Black men have something "other" guys don't have anymore: confidence in their masculinity, their sexuality. They clearly know they're men. "Other" 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 "other" men no longer are. They make a woman feel like a woman, both respected and desired. With them women can let go of their inhibitions, their need to control, when they're with them. How many "other" men can treat
a woman like a lady and ravish her too?
Black men, so alive with erotic electricity, cut through sexual bubbles with a touch, a caress, a kiss and they free any woman and can truly touch them. A non-black lover once told me, in the heat of passion: "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".
Analyze the roots of attractions all you want, like scientists have done, and 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!!
I am Human, I am African, I am Black. I am Exceptional, I am Alluring, I am Colossal. To those who tend to disagree - call someone that gives a fuck!
(Written exclusively for the benediction of James)