A little while ago I heard about
a series on Oprah’s OWN network titled, Black Love, looking into different couples and love stories in the
black community. When I learned of the series, I found myself drawn to what it
entailed and after catching a sneak peek, I found myself growing intrigued.
While I’m not fully open to going public about my own love life, I’ve found
myself becoming fascinated with black love. As a black woman who pretty much
embodies all kinds of black girl magic, I’ve had people take some jabs at me
about being what they call a white-black
girl and constantly being accused of having a type, in regards to guys I talk to or show an interest in
dating, this type referring to white
guys, which isn’t true. I don’t have a type. And I’m definitely not one of those
ignorant people that says things like, “I just like guys from this or that
race and would never date a guy of this or that race…” I’m open to all kinds of
guys and race isn’t a deal breaker for me, however, the older I get the more I
do feel drawn to black love. Any guy can have swag, but there’s a special kind
of swag that black men embody, effortlessly, and I find that incredibly
attractive. With black love there appears to be an unspoken connection, and, an understanding between a couple that really gets
one another. There’s also the obvious similarity of race and cultural backgrounds as well, that I’m not certain I’d be able to get with a guy
who isn’t black. And with what’s happening in the world right now, I’d be
remiss if I didn’t think about the consequences and backlash of going in the
direction of an interracial relationship. I don’t have an issue or problem with
interracial relationships, but I have been warned about what could happen if I
stepped out. I’ve heard things like…
“You sure you wanna be with him? Even
if he’s not racist you know some of his friends and/or family might be…”
“I could’ve told you that wasn’t
going to work. He’s white, you’re black…”
“You’ll be reminded that you’re
black…”
Not to mention the disapproving
stares, hate, and shade, all of which I’ve noticed, but could care less about.
But if I went black, I’d likely never have to deal with any of what I’ve
mentioned above. To each their own though.