Monday, August 11, 2014

What pisses me off.

Okay, I said I'd get the books up next but today I was surfing around and found this post from Lipstick Alley. Wow, there's a lot of hostility and misconceptions goin' on down there.

Let me put it this way. If you're a chick, do you have certain height standard from which you will rarely, if ever, never stray? If you're a guy. How 'bout those knockers? Does a flat chested gal leave you cold? Or you LBGHTQ folk . . . can I persuade you to play for the major league team? Fuck no.

And you sisters. And brothers (see previous post) exactly why is okay for 'gentlemen to prefer blonds' and it IS NOT okay for ivory girls and ebony guys to prefer one another? Or a good lady from the south to prefer a work-hardened, alpha-fucking black man? You find something wrong with this? Bring it on.

I will maintain and defend the right for a person to prefer Scottish hermaphrodite midgets if that's their thing. Do the Queens of Spade make a fetish out of a black cock? You tell me. Do they harbor secret fantasies of being ravished by a big dark hero? Is it just shallow and racist to imagine a white woman to simply craves a black lover and dances in celebration that this turns her on?  How is that different from any other sexual preference? C'mon. I'm listening.

So, what's your thing? What do you want? Chances are you've got some pretty clear notions of who you will and will not dance with. If you've got  just one 'deal killer' you're guilty, too. (Exceptions for bad-juju type perversions--this goes without saying and you know who you are.)

I'm just a humble paperback (now E) writer. I write what I know chicks like my queens want to read. Because, dear haters, not all queens are sluts. Some are (and there's room for sluts in the world, too, you know), but many, many aren't.

The lot of a white woman who loves (who perhaps is born to love?) a black man isn't an easy one. Just read the posts I've been digging up over just a couple of days. A woman with a Queen of Spades tattoo prominently displayed has a lot to answer for. And a lot of it is pure crap.

Hell, I thought I'd write some hot sex books. Little did I know what a bogus version of this (not small) portion of society is the prevalent attitude.

Google the Queen of Spades. You're out there.

An opening salvo

I'm going to post my stories, of course. But I'm also going to 're-blog' articles and places I find around the net. Because, sisters and brothers, there is a shit load of opinion out there about my favorite subject and the focus of my actual livelihood--White Women and Black Men. Or, WWBM or BMWW sometimes. When I write about the sex, it's because that's the part of the greater world that I spend most of my time on.

If I'm not writing about sex with opposite ends of the color spectrum, I am holding court or reading. And wow, the reading has really made me see a broad range of perspectives. Some of these people are so serious it's all I can do is say, "Please come down to the club. Forget all the psychosocial bullshit and come play. Meet the queens. Meet the dudes lucky enough to meet the queens. Trust me, it will do you (nor the greater good) any fuckin' harm."

So, here's the first two articles I have run across when Googling "black man white woman". Mind you, the next "Read all about it!" post will pull in some stuff from the results I got when I punched in "Queen of Spades". Quite a different perspective. And then, just Google 'cuckold'--the porn meme of the big black cock and the poor white bastard who gets off on watching. We have cucks now and then and my girls have told me stories of past and present lovers.

My beloved queens may be 'tame' compared conventional thinking. It's because this is the way real people meet and fall into desire. Desire fulfilled shapes future desire. It's that simple. This is what falls under if it makes you happy.

That's my philosophy. And it's the philosophy of most of the folks who frequent the Queen of Spades club. But, since this is a blog, blog I will. These articles are just food for thought and absolutely do not represent anything but one person's opinion: the writer.

Here's a link to an article from ThoughtCatalog by a very opinionated African American female author.
Just wow. Want one good reason why we love to tuck into a corner with a BBWW fantasy? This gal lists some of the historical (and not real nice) legacies that propel the queens. There's also the legend of the Big Black Cock, but we'll leave that for later.

Here's another interesting perspective From Gawker on the subject from a man's perspective.
The Reality of Dating White Women When You're Black

My books aren't about all this convoluted thought. My stories are about the people this complicated analysis begets as end results.

My stories are about the kind of molten sexual experiences, fulfilling relationships and happy ever afters all this above hand wringing is about.

Next post. The first three stories.