If I was a comic book character in a gay Stan Lee universe, I’d be Captain Big Black Marvel Dick. Every villain would be a White Bottom who only did mischievous things so that I would have to come save the day. And what’s my super power? Fucking of course. Beastly, hour long fucking with my enormous oil slick cock that makes white men squirm and ejaculate upon penetration.
I don’t let White men touch my penis, let alone my body, because in the hands of white men historically Black bodies have always been objects — objects to propel King Cotton, for the NFL, circuses (i.e. Sara Bartman), sexual exploitation (i.e. see last i.e.) and last but historically not least an object for experimentation from breeding certain negro chattel together to Tuskegee.
For as long as a Europeans were blessed to see the bodies of Africa that have been enamored by it and baffled by it and evil to it. So in this age of online chatting, dating, and sex White men have easier access to introducing themselves to the Black body, which lets their language of approach be no different than that of master to property.
TOP 5 Messages from White Men on Dating Apps (within the first 3 messages).
No. 5: Top?
No. 4: Let’s fuck.
No. 3: Big Dick?
No. 2: Show me your dick.
No. 1: A picture of the entrance to their anal cavity
I will be honest and say (which is odd considering how slavery started) European whites are a tad classier. They compliment me on my skin tone, say I’m gorgeous first, or ask me my sexual desires before saying they want the Black dick.
This language is no different than what I’ve actually experienced with Black guys in Atlanta, the District, Miami, the Bronx. What does make it different is the lens of the aggressor. Simply put: A White man has tried to fuck me, but has never tried to date me.