A White Woman's Confession: Why I Prefer Black Men
Why I Prefer Black Men Here's an essay from an upper-class white woman who talks about her erotic preference for Black men and why she's never going back . . * * * * How many white men can treat a woman like a lady and ravish her? Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There's only one patch of skin on a white man's body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man's skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford. That phrase, "Once you go black, you never go back" is all about the feeling of the skin. And I had the socially acceptable explanation for my craving. I used that paucity-of-available-white-partners rationale to explain my relationships with black men for several years. A white woman past forty is often passed over by her white-male contemporaries. She goes younger or et...