Save the Drama...
I always wondered what white men who were looking at me askew thought as I walked hand in hand with my loving black husband. When I first began composing my blog I wanted to write about my eschewing of unsubstantiated claims and historical inaccuracies that biased me towards an interracial relationship. I wouldn't say I was completely closed off to it obviously, but I knew my rational thought had been altered by these untruths. One of the things I knew had influenced my decision making was that I was concerned that my husband would feel greasy when we were intimate. When we actually had sex the first time I was surprised by how good he felt pressed against me.
I began my blogging with the clear intention to express how I felt about being in love in an interracial relationship. I had no idea how much mud this would stir up! I grant that my blog about "THE" white man's lies propaganda, and bullshit was a little spiteful but the sheer number of false allegations makes me wonder if I should have written a follow up entitled The white man's slander, defamation, and bullshit. However, given that it would be responding to things that weren’t true, I’m sure that would simply be purely tit for tat.
I was in a conundrum as to what to do about some of the dismissive and blatantly cruel intentions that found their way to my blog. My husband smiled and seemed to chuckle to himself when he saw my face contorted in concentration over a decision I had as yet to make. He’d warned me I’d have to take the good with the bad if I started a blog but I don’t think there’s anyway someone can prepare themselves to be the object of public comments be they good or bad. I ended up sheepishly admitting that I didn’t think people would honestly read my blog in the first place, although in some cases I would have to say they barely least skim through.
In retrospect I probably should have made an intro blog that explained exactly what happened and why I found myself in love with BBC. I’m married to a black man and through that connection I found myself entering a sexual awakening that I’d never known before. I haven’t been with any other black men but I strongly suspect they range in personality from good to bad just as white men, or any other men for that matter, range in personality.
Most of my emphasis is on my personal revelation about how biased I can be based on things I was told rather than being open to experience of them and making a decision for myself. The question of how I could hate my own race when my mother and father are white perplexed me. In fact, the very basis of my interracial relationship is that I’m white and my husband is black! The dismissive dissent to my blogs seemed more than well founded in ignorance. However, no matter my position I still couldn’t find a resolution to the question of what to do about it? After spending several days mulling over the dilemma I finally threw my hands up in frustration and consulted my other half.
The answer lead to a very interesting discussion and of course some very steamy sex. I ended up with my ass in the air and my face in the sheets as I grabbed my inner thighs. As my husband pulled out and poured a load of hot cum on my back, the answers appeared as if his seed relaxed and drained away all the tension I was feeling. Just as his skin is black and mine is white, so do people chose to be who they are beyond their skin color and no one can change that. Although my husband said it in different words, for me the ideology is best summed up as: only love can displace anger. While I’m sure its far too romantic for him the phrase was more than enough for me ;)
Desiree xoxo
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I began my blogging with the clear intention to express how I felt about being in love in an interracial relationship. I had no idea how much mud this would stir up! I grant that my blog about "THE" white man's lies propaganda, and bullshit was a little spiteful but the sheer number of false allegations makes me wonder if I should have written a follow up entitled The white man's slander, defamation, and bullshit. However, given that it would be responding to things that weren’t true, I’m sure that would simply be purely tit for tat.
I was in a conundrum as to what to do about some of the dismissive and blatantly cruel intentions that found their way to my blog. My husband smiled and seemed to chuckle to himself when he saw my face contorted in concentration over a decision I had as yet to make. He’d warned me I’d have to take the good with the bad if I started a blog but I don’t think there’s anyway someone can prepare themselves to be the object of public comments be they good or bad. I ended up sheepishly admitting that I didn’t think people would honestly read my blog in the first place, although in some cases I would have to say they barely least skim through.
In retrospect I probably should have made an intro blog that explained exactly what happened and why I found myself in love with BBC. I’m married to a black man and through that connection I found myself entering a sexual awakening that I’d never known before. I haven’t been with any other black men but I strongly suspect they range in personality from good to bad just as white men, or any other men for that matter, range in personality.
Most of my emphasis is on my personal revelation about how biased I can be based on things I was told rather than being open to experience of them and making a decision for myself. The question of how I could hate my own race when my mother and father are white perplexed me. In fact, the very basis of my interracial relationship is that I’m white and my husband is black! The dismissive dissent to my blogs seemed more than well founded in ignorance. However, no matter my position I still couldn’t find a resolution to the question of what to do about it? After spending several days mulling over the dilemma I finally threw my hands up in frustration and consulted my other half.
The answer lead to a very interesting discussion and of course some very steamy sex. I ended up with my ass in the air and my face in the sheets as I grabbed my inner thighs. As my husband pulled out and poured a load of hot cum on my back, the answers appeared as if his seed relaxed and drained away all the tension I was feeling. Just as his skin is black and mine is white, so do people chose to be who they are beyond their skin color and no one can change that. Although my husband said it in different words, for me the ideology is best summed up as: only love can displace anger. While I’m sure its far too romantic for him the phrase was more than enough for me ;)
Desiree xoxo
Back to my Profile:
http://xhamster.com/user/Desireeschwarz4bbc
My Husband’s Profile:
http://xhamster.com/user/RichardSchwarz69
11 years ago
