An open letter to black women ( from a man on the downlow)
by Rayman Jackson
First of all, I would like to say emphatically that to all black women - I LOVE YOU!!!!. I respect you. I adore you. To me, there is nothing more powerful nor more sexy nor more divine than seeing you walk proudly in the sunlight of your blackness, your femininity, your sexuality, your sass, your strength, and your spirituality.
But sometimes, I want to taste a man.....
Black woman, to me, you are God's gift to the entire world. All the women of the world want to be like you. They seek to emulate the beauty of your full lips, your broadened nose, your wide hips, and even the crown of hair upon your head. They try to talk like you, they try to walk like you, they even try to swivel their head and pop their gum like you. But, they just can't be you. Only a black woman can be like a black woman.
But sometimes, I want to feel a man.....
There is nothing like making love to a black woman. I never have, nor do I ever plan to merge my body with any woman other than a black woman. There is something about our flesh when it comes together, when our sweat drips from one to the other, and when our sweet juices run together. I love to feel
your body when you reach climax and when your loins contract tighter and tighter and then release. I love to hear you when
you moan and groan and finally sigh and collapse back into the sheets.
But sometimes, I want to experience a man...
One day, I plan to walk down that aisle and begin a new life with a black woman. I want you, a black woman, to be the mother of my children, the grandmother of my grandchildren, and the great-grandmother of my great-grandchildren. I want my legacy and my destiny to be forever etched with you - A BLACK WOMAN. No other woman will do.
But sometimes, I need to be inside a man...
Not any man, he has to be a black man. Not white, not Asian, not Hispanic. He has to be black.
Sometimes, I don't know why, but sometimes I just want to feel the warm, hard body of another black man laying under my body. Sometimes, I long to hear another man's groan, just like I long to hear your groans. Late in the night, I want to hear him moaning deeply, just like I want to hear you moaning. I desire to feel his body tense up as my manhood enters him just like I desire to feel your body tense up as my manhood enters you. Sometimes, I want to just feel his full round lips wrapped around my manhood
just like desire to feel your sweet lips wrapped around my manhood. Sometimes, I just need to pour my juices into another man just like I need to pour my juices into you.
Yes, sometimes I want to taste, touch, feel, penetrate, and experience a man...
And, when I want a man - I WANT A MAN. I don't want some brother who thinks he's a woman or tries to act like one. If I want a woman, I'll get a woman. But, when I want a man, I want a hard, strong, masculine black man. I want a man who's just as manly as me. I want to enter him deeply. I want to feel my pelvis against his buttocks, my chest against his back, and my sweaty
skin against his sweaty skin.
I'm not trying to love a man or kiss a man or any of that. I just want to go inside him. There's something about the hardness of his body and the tightness of his backside that makes me want to taste what he's got.
It's not that I don't love black women, I just like to feel myself inside a man.....
It's not that I'm gay, homosexual, bisexual or any of those things. I don't claim any of those titles and so if you ask me if I'm gay, homo, or bi - I'll tell you "No". I'm just a brother that knows what he likes. That's all.
Now, if you ask me if I have sex with men, I'll tell you "No". Yes, I know that lying is wrong and God don't like ugly. But, if I laid with you, and made sweet love to you, and then told you that sometimes I like to go inside a man....you wouldn't want me. Our relationship would be over. And, more than likely, you would "warn" your friends about me. And so, I lie. Not because I am trying to deceive you, but because I just don't think you need to know. All it will do is destroy what we have.
You see, honesty is not as simple as you think....
One day I'll stop, I'll settle down with my black queen. I can't promise that I'll completely stop experiencing men. There's just something about it that draws me. But, I do know that I won't do it nearly as much. Well, I don't know that, but I don't think I'll do it as much.
To the woman I will one day marry : I promise to be a good husband, and a good father to our children, and a good grandfather to our children. I'll love you, and protect you, and cherish you, and make you laugh, and dry your tears, try to give you the kind of home you have always wanted, and do my best to make your life as happy as it can be.
But sometimes, I'll still want a man......
Rayman Jackson
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There truly are no words. PROTECT YOURSELF!!!!