Dating While Black

The song says it all…Where’s MY Vanilla Icecream?

A tiskit, a tasket…someone has a preference…

OK…I’m going to get seriously bombarded about this, and so I apologize in advance to any who may take offense.

So, let’s dig in, shall we?

I have a preference. For Caucasian men. There. I said it.

Why?

I wish I had a simple answer to this. I grew up in innercity Boston, but I was bused to the suburbs where I was usually the one student of color in my class, or often my grade. I then (not suprisingly) went to a university in NH, where I was one of 71 students of color on a campus of 12,000. Oh, and then there was that year living in London and traveling to Scotland and Ireland. But I digress…

I love rock and roll (the harder, the better); I grew up on Pink Floyd, The Who, and Aerosmith. I even play a bit of acoustic guitar. I’ve always lived in multiracial settings and I’ve never been able to speak “ghetto” or “ebonics” — whatever THAT sounds like. I’m very literate, love to write, and pride myself on being very on the “up” when it comes to discussing politics or world news.

So all my boyfriends, except a few, have been “white” and I’ve been getting a lot of emails from black men telling me “there’s something wrong” with me.

I’ve never had a problem with black men; I have a loving father (married to my mother for over 45 years), two great brothers, and many black male friends. I definitely do NOT have a problem with black men dating outside their race. But I like what I like and know what works best for me. I would equate it to a man liking only redheads or women with big breasts…some things just intrigue a bit more.

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