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One can probably say the same thing about gay black men who date white men. Again, this is not a blanket theory. I once presented this idea to a friend a white guy who dates black men exclusively , and he had an intriguing response. He said it probably has to do with the male emphasis on the physical.
Men are driven primarily by physical attraction when choosing a partner, while with women, other factors can play just as vital a role.
I knew the woman I was talking to probably never would have been having this conversation with a white person. Clearly I was first and foremost a black man to her… a gay black man. But this was not a pick-up, so I let her continue. She started to tell me about the guy she lost her virginity to 20 years earlier.
He was black, and they remained great friends. Now here is where our interaction started to venture off the rails. She pulled out her phone and began clicking through photos. She wanted me to see him. Once she found the photo she was looking for, she was on a roll.
She showed me a succession of recent pictures of her thenish first-timer posing outside shirtless because, well, why not? She looked at me expectantly. Clearly she wanted to know what I thought… or more accurately, she wanted my approval… or my respect… or something. Maybe she wanted me to know that she had done well. Not only did she love black men, but she could pull in the cream of the chocolate crop, one who had barely aged.
I was neither impressed nor unimpressed. So I said nothing. I leaned in to hear more. Women in Haiti, Peru, Cameroon and the Dominican Republic all threw themselves at his feet — so who the hell was I to refuse him? As a stand-up comedian, my dating life is an infinite well of fodder for my on-stage antics.
Most of the conversations that other women reserve for their Sunday brunch catch-ups with girlfriends or private group chats are all laid out in their plain, naked glory before a crowd of complete strangers who find endless amusement in the cringe worthy and, at times, heartbreaking reality of being a black woman dating in the age of the internet.
It never has been. If that were the case, then we would be suffering from a dire shortage of breathtaking artwork, poetry, architecture, literature, self-help books, bad movies starring Katherine Heigl, faerie tales and overly-saccharine pop tunes that really do a disservice to address the crushing reality of trying to emotionally, intellectually and physically connect with another human being.
Race does, unfortunately, add another gigantic element of complexity. In my experience, these dynamics with non-black men usually play into one of two narratives: We are constantly self-policing our tone, words and mannerisms to diminish whatever perceived threat we present by virtue of simply existing. If gaslighting were an Olympic sport then white men who refuse to own the racialised responsibilities of dating outside of their race would be awarded a collective gold medal.
In Australia, I found myself completely at odds with the dating environment, where I was treated more like an exotic curiosity than a human being with a job, thoughts, or feelings.