Been hard on self lately. Didn’t allow the moment to Face Everything And Recover. Because of that, stuck vacationing in the Matrix. What’s worse, this vessel is failing. But this isn’t a complaint. Just letting those know what’s up. End result: interacting with vile creatures who call themselves humans. One must respect the Things I Must Earn right if there shall be a bread breaking event with the Gods this winter….
I realize that I cant always be the first to contact someone. I truly enjoy refreshing conversations that I honestly feel it should be reciprocated in terms of initiating it.
With that said, I’m not reaching out anymore. If you wish to talk then you know how to contact me. Otherwise, I’ll just hear from you when you’re ready….
closet-racists like to claim that they’d be totally fine and dandy with traditionally white characters being portrayed by actors of color whilst they’re casually dismissing the prevalence of white-washing in hollywood. hate to break it to you, but that is NOT the typical response that actors of color receive, and if you can’t acknowledge that, then you’re only adding to the problem.
remember that time hunger games fans flipped their shit because rue, who IS actually black in the books, was rightfully cast as black in the film? apparently their rose-colored white-is-default glasses made their eyes gloss over that tidbit of info. (let’s not even get wholeheartedly into the fact that katniss was described as having olive skin and jet black hair but her casting call specifically asked for only white actresses…because non-whites could never be expected to have dark hair and tan skin amirite?!)
remember that time people actually boycotted thor because idris elba was in it? http://www.comicsalliance.com/2010/12/16/racists-thor-idris-ebla-racism/
remember that time donald glover got hoards of letters calling him the n-word because there were rumors about him possibly being the new spiderman? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lgko-xReFSs
or that time the film adaptation of avatar: the last airbender (a show with OBVIOUS asian inspiration) was almost an entirely caucasian cast except for the “bad guy”, who, in the cartoon is actually light-skinned? http://io9.com/5111680/avatar-casting-makes-fans-see-white
or remember that time all those fans said it was wrong to have angel coulby play the role of gwen in merlin because it wasn’t era-appropriate. because, ya know, being era-appropriate in a made-up story about magic is srs bsns.
so that’s why i don’t give a shit if you think i’m “overreacting” about jj abrams having a white actor play khan noonien singh. i’m not that surprised by it, since actors of color are routinely dismissed, but i still reserve the right to be pissed.
Remember that time when executives said that they wouldn’t fund a movie because it didn’t have enough white people in it?
Remember the time when executives said that they wouldn’t allow a show with a majority POC cast because “Black people don’t see themselves in the future?” despite Geordi, Uhura, Sisko, Tuvok, Tyr, Zoe and so many other BLACK sci fi characters existing as past precedent?
Remember when it took 20 years to get a movie about Black people out because distributors BLATANTLY REFUSED TO PUT IN THE WORK TO PROPERLY ADVERTISE A BLACK MOVIE?
Remember when writers had Batman choose a French/African representative in a comic book and people FLIPPED THEIR SHIT because how dare he choose a Black Muslim to represent FRANCE!!!!
But we’re overreacting when we say we’re tired of the bullshit that is systemically entrenched in damn near every form of media…..
If you are on twitter its time to send Cliff Kigar some black hate @Clif_Ford_kigar
There is a law, a universal law, that is the comprised of the forces of time and chemistry and desire. When all of those elemental forces are combined, they create a world-wind of desire and mind-numbing anticipation. It’s “The Wait” … it’s my overwhelming need to experience you completely, in your entirety. It has consumed me. My thoughts and fantasies are filled with the need to be with you, to feel you inside me, to become one with you. I know the day will come when I will be able to know you intimately but the anticipation is driving me insane. We have played this game long enough. Now is the time. Now is OUR time. Late at night, when I hear your deep and sensual voice on the phone, and your gentle moans let me know that you are aroused; it’s all I can do to contain myself. I want you; I need you.
I long to feel your mouth on every part of me. Descend upon me like the warm waters of the Nile River bathing the shores of ancient Egypt. Please, sweet Pharaoh, I’m begging you to take your time. My desire is to be covered with your sweet kisses as I feel your body press into mine. I need to feel your lips exploring every curve, every crevice of my caramel-colored frame with exacting and excruciating detail. That place on my collar bone that protrudes ever so slightly longs to know the feel of your tongue as if they were made to be together. Feast on my arms, my fingers, my back and neck with the patience of a skilled surgeon and the desperation of a man consumed with lust. I want you to tell me how it feels as you learn what makes me giggle and squirm with pleasure and delight, kissing your way gently down my body. I want you to smell my sweet, intimate fragrance like the rare and exotic flower it is. I want you to take your time caressing the softness of my inner thighs with your mouth, being near my glorious center but knowing it is truly your dessert and savoring every morsel of your meal before you delight in my delicious confections.
For years I have dreamed of the day when you would become mine. I don’t wish to possess you like an object but simply be allowed to share in the uniqueness you embody. I promise that if you play with my nipples until I am burning with passion, I will become insatiable and ravenous to your touch. I need you to spread my legs as I invite you to explore my erotic folds of femininity and tease my aroused clit gently and softly, ensuring that I whimper and plead for satisfaction and release. Feel the slippery wetness of my arousal for you, letting you know that I crave you inside me. Know that my juices will taste like the sweetest honey and wine, intoxicating you with my flavor and flowing freely.
Mostly, at night, when I’m in bed alone, I fantasize about that moment, that breath-taking sensation when you penetrate me and we become one. I have wanted that and waited for so long, for far too long. Now is our time. I want to give you all of me, not just my body but my heart, mind, and soul. I belong to you. I need you to make love to me. Penetrate me, slow and intentionally, deep and hard. I want to feel every hot, hard, throbbing inch of you inside me. I will wrap my legs around you and pull you closer as you breathe new life into me with my kisses. This is our time; we’ve waited long enough. I want to get lost in the pleasure of being your woman, being connected to you by the gift so few men have been given. I’m dripping with desire for you and I am wet and desperate and ready for our union, our reunion really, of our spirits connecting and our bodies colliding in unison and ecstasy.
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