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sunshinemiss -> RE: Interracial whatever (5/11/2011 7:03:31 PM)
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Hello Bo Peep - I have dated quite a lot of people of different races. I make no secret of the fact that I prefer darker men - Italians, Jews, Latinos, Blacks. This is not to say I haven't cared for the white people I've dated, but to say more that I gravitate toward a darker skinned person for better or worse. For me it is a melange - the person's culture, way of looking at the world, the color of their skin, the way they smell - all of it together makes for a more interesting package than the wonder white bread that I was brought up in. I don't eliminate white people from my radar, but they really need to stand out for me to see them. Here in Korea, all the white men look alike - they are all tall with some kind of darkish hair, big noses, and craggy profiles. It's true! The Germans I know are different to me - they are often together, and because they walk together (and each is over 6 feet tall), they look formidable. They hit my radar. As individuals, I doubt if they would. The rest of the white folks? Not so much. I have been lucky enough to have loved and been loved by a wonderful man who set the standard for men in my life - he was/is of foreign ancestry. In fact, he is an international living in the USA, and that is where we met and fell in love. We did run into some racism at times, but it wasn't overt, and I got right up in people's faces about it. He was the best man I knew and how dare they treat him like that! For him, he was always so positive and pleasant (and in his head) that it didn't faze him. I would say, "Honey, they aren't seating us - this is what racism is." He'd look up and say, "Oh is that what's happening?" G*d love him, he was amazingly patient. (I guess he had to be since he loved me! [:D] ). The part of racial issues that comes into play for me is more about language than anything. Oh, sure, I love how my lovely pale skin looks against someone else's darker skin - I love the contrast, but it is the rhythm of the language, hearing someone talk to me in another language (particularly one I don't know) that gets my heart all a flutter. I once asked Mr. Love to talk to me in Spanish (this was before I understood Spanish), and he was shocked. "But you won't understand," he said to me. Oh, I understood. He understood that I understood after the first, "puta" came out of his mouth! There is something about language - and not understanding the words, but understanding the intent, that I dig. I've had the same kind of experience in a room filed with people who were British or were from places of recent British colonization - I hadn't a clue what they were saying, the slang made no sense to me, and I loved that I was sitting there the only one not understanding. I may have gotten a little... moist. But I'm not saying. Also, there is just a different attitude or way of interacting sexually as well that is refreshing for me. This ain't Hollywood, baby! This is reality, and sex and attraction are primal, feral... yummy. That said, I'm sure there's room for more research. Oh yes, I'm sure there is. Let me get my lab coat. best, sunshine
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