I have always been attracted to black women… the slim ones with the bubble butt, firm legs, small breasts but proportional to her frame. Caramel to dark skin..
I’ve dated and three black women like that and one in particular has had my heart for years now.
I think about being a white man in the days of slavery. I’m a history / genealogy geek so I have researched a lot of graveyards and got to know people.
There were a lot of “Melato” people in those days. Some were birthed out of violent rapes by their slave masters. But, some were not.
I found so called “White Graveyards” holding a White Husband and a Wife who was black. Granted, That is highly uncommon. The old Census reports had children listed and Race was indicated as “M” (Melato).
I know me and I day dream sometimes about being a young man, well dressed, raised by a religious family who opposed slavery greatly.
I am in a town, and there is a slave auction going on. I hear a couple of fat, ugly and clearly racist older men looking, laughing and talking sexual about a girl. I look and I see a beautiful lady just a few years younger then me. Crying, chains on her arms, fear in her eyes.