In my experience as a Black woman, one of the most interesting topics I’ve discussed with other Black women is how men approach us. To be specific, how non-Black men approach us. It’s a complex experience and varies from person to person. However, there are some commonalities amongst those I have encountered.
Tianna tossed her backpack onto her bed as she came into the room. After another long school day, it was comforting to finally be back home. Her bedroom was a mess. Week old laundry and books crowded nearly every corner. She knew it would behoove her to clean before her mother came home but first she just wanted to clear her mind.
Make it sexy. Make it exhilarating. Make it nasty.
I don’t like receiving oral sex. I derive no pleasure from it. I’ve had a number of enthusiastic individuals volunteer to change my attitude but I politely turned them down. I’m content with my preference because I know my body. I know what I like.
Imagine living in the home of your dreams. It’s 9 AM, you’ve just opened your eyes, and you roll over in bed to grab your phone from the bedside table. Only a few new emails and social media updates. You put the phone back. And you turn back over.