I can remember growing up in a house where I was taught by my mother on how “the white woman was evil” how I went to an aalmost all black and hispanic school in L.A. how for a long time I thought I would grow up and marry a black woman.
But as I lay in my superhero PJ’s and fell to sleep I would dream. Sometimes of flying, being a superhero, becoming president, saving the world and having a white woman at my side. Somehow despite not really interacting with any white women I still yearned for them.
I could not control my dreams, my thoughts, and when I hit puberty man did things get CRAZY! Talk about wet dreams galore, white women were constantly in my head. Once I enrolled into a new school where the population of students was more diverse I knew within me that things were changing. My dreams were getting a lot more explicit as well with these white women. But perhaps I’ll tackle this subject in more detail at another time. Gotta keep you guys waiting right?
The point of the matter is, even at a young age I liked white women more. Despite everything, maybe skin preference is more than just skin preference. And maybe its something that you are somewhat born with. It is an interesting thought, it is a baffiling mystery. One I shall continue to explore.
I couldn't wait to fall asleep...
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