‘m not gonna make no excuses; need no sympathy nor do I care to give an explanation. Bottom line, I like fire. As long as fire makes me warm, I couldn’t give a shit if it was started with a match, a lighter or god damn flame thrower. So when I come through with my Snow bunny from time to time… Black women need to just chill out and let me be. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t give two shits whether they comment, wince or preen, but still, it’s just not a good look for them to be on me like I stole their lunch or something.
Tha kid has been trying to figure this one out for a while though and to this I figured it was worth a few words on pad. It boggles even a great mind like this author’s as to why someone would care who I date, fuck, see, or please on my own damn time. I find it to be a bit presumptuous of black women out there to think that somehow if I wasn’t with the bunny, I would be with you or one of your friends. Really? C’mon now. Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t but fact is that I am not so just keep it moving and try your best to keep your eyes off Tha Kid and his bunny and on your own shoelaces or variation of the sort.
It takes more digits that my hands have to count the amount of black girl friends I have that at one point in their life swore they wouldn’t ever date a white dude, and now they don’t even sweat it or me to which I say… Yawn! Call me the United Nations, if I think she is fine, I couldn’t care less what the tone is of the skin. It’s all beauty and the eye of the beholder and all that other shit. I like my Ginsengs, my bunnies, my milk and dark chocolate and anything else that my loins make sudden and involuntary movements towards.
Excuses are sometimes made by my fellow black males that the bunnies somehow are more obedient, or don’t make as much of a fuss or are freakier in bed, and all that shit sounds great but it is also all bullshit. Just weak dudes trying to explain away an attraction to a Becky. Plain and simple, the dudes are just feeling them; no need to explain why or why not. When is the last time you tried to explain why you like the candy you like or the scents you like? You don’t, you just like em. Same goes with women, when I see her I just know. Whether she white or black.
While we’re on the subject. I bet all them chicks that give the odd menacing ogle when the interracial couple passes by have Barrack’s back! Just play fair ladies, it’s really all good. Becky’s are people too and they need love just like you. They just got to some of us first.
That being said, I think I’m over my blonde phase. Now taking applications for….
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