RACE! I love it. We ARE the "Human Race", but there are a lot of different varieties, like dogs. We are a single species and are so close genetically that any 2 individuals can have children. We all came from the same genetic base stock and that came from Africa and I love telling that to the bigoted ass holes I run into that start telling me about how "They" are ruining "Our" White world.
I went to high school in a small town in Northeastern Oklahoma, Wagoner, and let peer pressure stop me from going out with a Black girl. This was in 1958 and the majority of the people still thought the outcome of the Civil War went the wrong way and we should really still be allowed to own slaves. The majority of the people were, "Red neck Ass Holes." My mother NEVER allowed my 2 brothers or I to even think like that.
She was brought up in Kansas in the early 1900's and was prejudiced as hell, but never allowed us to be. "They're people, just like us." she'd say, but she still thought Blacks were farther down the evolutionary ladder than Whites. It is almost impossible to un-learn emotional things we learn as children, but she knew it was wrong and never allowed it in us. The ONE time I used a racial slur that I'd heard from "A Friend?" I got the back of her hand across my mouth and a lecture about it.
I've grown up a whole bunch since then. I remember being stunned by this Black girl. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and she seemed to like me. Seeing my white hand on her Black skin, her arm only, made my mind spin and I'd lose my breath. It was so bad that she asked me a couple of times if I was OK. I think I could have fallen in love with her, I actually was I guess. This is one of the 2 or 3 things I've either done, or allowed to happen, that makes me think less of my self. 4 years later, when I was 20 or so, I would have fought God to the death to prevent it from happening.
I can not even remember her name, but I've thought about her, off and on, for the last 55 years. This is very sad to me. I joined Classmates and looked through the old yearbooks, but couldn't find her. Like me, she probably didn't get her picture taken. I would love to meet her today to see what she's become and so I could apologize for being so stupid and weak 55 years ago.
I've never had the opportunity since, but it is probably my favorite fantasy. The absolute best fantasy is 2 women, one Black and the other my wife of 43 years. She would never even talk about it though. Oh well, it's still a great fantasy.
Inter-racial Sex?
Fan-Damn-Tastic!