The White Man's Lies, Propaganda, and Bullshi
When I wrote my first two blogs about my blacksperience I realized how angry I was and that sooner or later I'd have to write something explaining why I believe society is pumped full of the white man's lies and propaganda. I just didn't believe I would feel the need to write it so soon! However, due to the *****sant whining of some white men, some not all but enough to thoroughly solidify my position, I decided to post this blog a little earlier than intended. To all the other readers out there who enjoy my blog blame whining white guys for why I'm not telling you hot stories about being bi. :3~
To the white men who have a problem with my position on thick black cock, although I realize that not ALL white men are as ignorant and insecure as you may be, most have still been infected with your insecure ideology. I'm sure that those white men who have a decent cock, which would be at least six inches and over, and know how to use it AND aren't complete mythical Aryan jerks, yes... read history the entire Aryan race as we perceive it today is a racially distorted myth, understand and are equally disappointed that you are fucking up their chance to enjoy ANY woman.
You've been lied to. There is no other way to say it. The term Aryan itself is derived from Sanskrit not some pure blue eyed blonde haired individual. You're just going to have to buck up and accept the facts. Not everything that is good, contrary to the euro-centric perspective of history we're taught, is brought to us by a white man. In fact our entire numeric system was given to us by the Muslims who conquered, which bears repeating: CONQUERED, Spain. Actually, the entire renaissance period was started by Muslim ideology when Europeans visited the cultural Renaissance that the Spanish Moors brought with them. Europeans didn't even have poetry in the sense that we think of it today prior to the Moorish establishment in Spain.
I used to ignore the things my husband said and boy did I have to eat crow. I'm ashamed to even type it here. I'm ashamed that I didn't put it together and realize how much I've been lied to. White men have thought lowly of their white women throughout history and it was a hard fact that I had to accept. Even in recent times, white men have disgraced their own race. Black men were given the right to vote well before women. It's a strong historical statement. In plain English that singular action states that although white men believe that individuals of color are sub -human, they can acknowledge that they are at least better then women even if they are white. I haven't turned my back on the white race, I am white. However, white men have turned their backs on white women and degraded us for eons.
White women are literally force fed on institutionalized white male brainwashing. Barbie is made with large breasts, a narrow ass, with blue eyes and blonde hair. This is the image white men worship. It is wholly and completely unrealistic and stems from the further confusion Hitler, who the German people themselves eventually despised, concocted to explain a noble origin... from space... Yes, that's right the Aryans Hitler envisioned are the grays... Grays don't have blue eyes or blond hair either...
Although the white woman's paradigm has shifted from being a nineteen fifties docile wife to being a twenty-first century slut, the ideology hasn't changed much at all. We are still subjugated in our relationships under the dominant white male persona with little to no freedom of sexual expression. While this isn't true for every white male it is a status quo that white women are expected to adhere to in order to be good and proper.
Once I accepted that fact I apologized to my Husband. In truth, my decision to marry a black man wasn't simply based on shrugging off “the white man's chains” and declaring my independence. It was because I was attracted to his personality and sex. I can't lie about that, the sex was DAMN good! Once I decided to apologize I wanted to make sure it was monumental. Of course sex would make me feel better for having been such a conceited twat, but I wanted something more. I wanted something that would make a lasting impression on his mind.
Perhaps, I should shed a little light on my ancestry. In my immediate family, my sister had always been openly attracted to black men. I was never sure if it was a sign of defiance to my father because he was openly bigoted or because she just enjoyed the sex so much. My dad had often told us that our grandfather had been a member of the Klan and my great grandfather had been a more prominent member. I was able to get my hands on my grandfather's old robes but my great grandfather's robes had long since disappeared.
I could see by the look on my husband's face the night he walked in and saw me all dressed up in those robes with a confederate flag on the wall and other paraphernalia that he went straight passed confusion to trying to contain his outrage. There was so much anger in his eyes. It made me wet to see all of his passion. I wanted him to take it out on me in a way that would be beneficial for both of us. Underneath the robes I was as naked as a jay bird. I was nervous but I quietly walked over and kissed him. I explained what I wanted in a not so lady-like manner and guided him to the bed. We had some very intense sex after that.... several good times. I made sure he left some special sauce all over those robes. I know we slept good that night.
It was my way of telling him that we could solve our differences and start to heal together. Maybe that was a little extreme to some, but the hot sweaty passionate sex that we had in those robes tainted them with our special love. I couldn't erase all of the negative things those robes had been exposed to, but I could impress them with a positive event that undermined the hate that those robes had been created to spread. Fucking in those robes became a fun thing for us to do. Whenever I put them on I tried to get as far into the role as I could by giving sex speeches laced with icons of the same ignorant rhetoric twisted for our erotic pleasure. My favorite thing to say was how I couldn't get enough of his savage cock chucking sperm inside me. At the end, instead of burning a cross, we burned our love into the fabric. Although I hadn't planned it, we conceived our first c***d together in those robes.
I know, despite how much I want to, I can't change history. I can't force the people of the world to change, to love and respect each other the way I think they should, nor would I want to. That's something the world has to come to on its own. Also I'm not so naïve that I believe my way is the best way to make things better for everyone else. We all have to make decisions about how we are going to improve our society and our environment. So hopefully just like I can admit that I'm jaded about white men and I love black cock, maybe some people can learn to stop being complete asses and respect others opinions.
To the white men who have a problem with my position on thick black cock, although I realize that not ALL white men are as ignorant and insecure as you may be, most have still been infected with your insecure ideology. I'm sure that those white men who have a decent cock, which would be at least six inches and over, and know how to use it AND aren't complete mythical Aryan jerks, yes... read history the entire Aryan race as we perceive it today is a racially distorted myth, understand and are equally disappointed that you are fucking up their chance to enjoy ANY woman.
You've been lied to. There is no other way to say it. The term Aryan itself is derived from Sanskrit not some pure blue eyed blonde haired individual. You're just going to have to buck up and accept the facts. Not everything that is good, contrary to the euro-centric perspective of history we're taught, is brought to us by a white man. In fact our entire numeric system was given to us by the Muslims who conquered, which bears repeating: CONQUERED, Spain. Actually, the entire renaissance period was started by Muslim ideology when Europeans visited the cultural Renaissance that the Spanish Moors brought with them. Europeans didn't even have poetry in the sense that we think of it today prior to the Moorish establishment in Spain.
I used to ignore the things my husband said and boy did I have to eat crow. I'm ashamed to even type it here. I'm ashamed that I didn't put it together and realize how much I've been lied to. White men have thought lowly of their white women throughout history and it was a hard fact that I had to accept. Even in recent times, white men have disgraced their own race. Black men were given the right to vote well before women. It's a strong historical statement. In plain English that singular action states that although white men believe that individuals of color are sub -human, they can acknowledge that they are at least better then women even if they are white. I haven't turned my back on the white race, I am white. However, white men have turned their backs on white women and degraded us for eons.
White women are literally force fed on institutionalized white male brainwashing. Barbie is made with large breasts, a narrow ass, with blue eyes and blonde hair. This is the image white men worship. It is wholly and completely unrealistic and stems from the further confusion Hitler, who the German people themselves eventually despised, concocted to explain a noble origin... from space... Yes, that's right the Aryans Hitler envisioned are the grays... Grays don't have blue eyes or blond hair either...
Although the white woman's paradigm has shifted from being a nineteen fifties docile wife to being a twenty-first century slut, the ideology hasn't changed much at all. We are still subjugated in our relationships under the dominant white male persona with little to no freedom of sexual expression. While this isn't true for every white male it is a status quo that white women are expected to adhere to in order to be good and proper.
Once I accepted that fact I apologized to my Husband. In truth, my decision to marry a black man wasn't simply based on shrugging off “the white man's chains” and declaring my independence. It was because I was attracted to his personality and sex. I can't lie about that, the sex was DAMN good! Once I decided to apologize I wanted to make sure it was monumental. Of course sex would make me feel better for having been such a conceited twat, but I wanted something more. I wanted something that would make a lasting impression on his mind.
Perhaps, I should shed a little light on my ancestry. In my immediate family, my sister had always been openly attracted to black men. I was never sure if it was a sign of defiance to my father because he was openly bigoted or because she just enjoyed the sex so much. My dad had often told us that our grandfather had been a member of the Klan and my great grandfather had been a more prominent member. I was able to get my hands on my grandfather's old robes but my great grandfather's robes had long since disappeared.
I could see by the look on my husband's face the night he walked in and saw me all dressed up in those robes with a confederate flag on the wall and other paraphernalia that he went straight passed confusion to trying to contain his outrage. There was so much anger in his eyes. It made me wet to see all of his passion. I wanted him to take it out on me in a way that would be beneficial for both of us. Underneath the robes I was as naked as a jay bird. I was nervous but I quietly walked over and kissed him. I explained what I wanted in a not so lady-like manner and guided him to the bed. We had some very intense sex after that.... several good times. I made sure he left some special sauce all over those robes. I know we slept good that night.
It was my way of telling him that we could solve our differences and start to heal together. Maybe that was a little extreme to some, but the hot sweaty passionate sex that we had in those robes tainted them with our special love. I couldn't erase all of the negative things those robes had been exposed to, but I could impress them with a positive event that undermined the hate that those robes had been created to spread. Fucking in those robes became a fun thing for us to do. Whenever I put them on I tried to get as far into the role as I could by giving sex speeches laced with icons of the same ignorant rhetoric twisted for our erotic pleasure. My favorite thing to say was how I couldn't get enough of his savage cock chucking sperm inside me. At the end, instead of burning a cross, we burned our love into the fabric. Although I hadn't planned it, we conceived our first c***d together in those robes.
I know, despite how much I want to, I can't change history. I can't force the people of the world to change, to love and respect each other the way I think they should, nor would I want to. That's something the world has to come to on its own. Also I'm not so naïve that I believe my way is the best way to make things better for everyone else. We all have to make decisions about how we are going to improve our society and our environment. So hopefully just like I can admit that I'm jaded about white men and I love black cock, maybe some people can learn to stop being complete asses and respect others opinions.
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