Sunday I had a few friends and friends of friends over to watch the return of CW's show The Game (Gary and Jess's idea) and play some games. For a girl who is mostly around women at work (read life), its always refreshing to be around young Black men, especially if they outnumber the ladies.
So when the question was asked about interracial dating, and half of the girls had had serious relationships with white guys and the rest of us had been on at least one date with a white guy, a room full of young intelligent Black men were all surprised and scratching their heads. As one friend broke down how Black men were at the top of the Male food chain, the trophy of any women, and Black women had to be open as well to the possibilities of love.
Then one sexy Black man said how when he thinks of white
guys and Black women, he thinks of the rape of Black women during the days of slavery.
It's not always that deep. But had me and the girls thinking.
I have been on my Emily King kick lately (In My Shoes was my theme song of the week after dealing with a trif family member), so her Colorblind song was already on the brainss.
Watching Sex and the City and seeing Big and knowing he ended up with a black girl in real life, got me to writing the post.
Like Coke when it comes to Black men, there really is nothing like the real thing. But I can understand how after being thirsty, Pepsi might taste just as good to some sisters.