Bbucko
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This is evidently your racial variation on "Militant Gays", and it's just as tired, just as offensive and comes from the same deep, dark part of the cocoon you call home.
Over the course of the last 30+ years, I've been privileged to share the acquaintance of hundreds of African Americans as co-workers, barbuds, friends, fuckbuds and lovers. My first live-in, real-life lover was a black man whom I met in 1978 at the age of 18. The stresses that broke us up had to do with general sexual incompatibility and my age: nothing whatsoever to do with race.
He was an intelligent, confident, handsome, charming educator (professor at BU) who spoke three languages (plus Latin). He had plenty of issues, but being black wasn't one of them, and there was never even a hint of the victim about him.
In fact, I'd be hard-pressed to find the victim mentality in any of the African Americans I've known and loved over the years. The closest I can think of is a guy whom I met here in SoFla and whose dad was a professional ballplayer who is still something of a paragon of virtue and charm; my friend has never felt worthy of being his father's son and has succumbed to a life of self-pity and Meth addiction. But he's exceptionally rare, practically unique, in my experience.
It's very easy to generalize and stereotype about folks with whom one has few, if any, personal interactions. There's nothing quite like the reality of actual experience to dispel such myths.
If there is one demographic that I've found to be perpetually in a mode of self-victimization, though, it would have to be the Angry White Man (many of whom are gay, BTW) who seem to see everything though a prism of entitlements and "special rights" from which they feel excluded. I run into them all the time, though never linger for long.
