As a child, I remember my mother saying to me, "Once you go black, you never go back," as if it were a piece of ancient, irrefutable wisdom.
The one time I got naked with a black guy, I really didn't have any expectations at all. I just really, really liked the guy. And I wouldn't say his endowment was any more than average. However, his enthusiasm was
huge. :wink:
Despite my terrible reputation, he asked me to go the prom.
I was not raised to be prejudiced. But would you believe my parents forbade me to go with him? I remember my stepmom saying something about how difficult it is in the world for half-breed children.
What a crock! I just wanted to go to the prom with the guy. I really liked him. And yes, I'd fooled around with him. But I was a hell of a long way from bearing his children! And even if I had, so fucking what?!
In a time when most guys just wanted to take me for a ride, he took me seriously. Turning down his invitation was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. :frown1: