Only LOVE Matters

A beautiful Black woman

“I am White¬†and I love Black woman. Race has never been a issue with me. I think Black woman are beautiful.”
“I’m Mexican, I love Black woman too. I’m dating a girl from Nigeria… The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice.”
“I am an Asian and I love Black women love love love peace”
“I love Black women, I’m from Italy ūüėČ “
“OK. I’m a White Canadian man and I Love African American Women. It’s who I am”
“I am Korean man. Love¬†Black women”
“I’m Latino, and I love Black women ūüôā “
“I’m a Latin guy and I love Black girls too.”
“I’m Hispanic, and I loove Black females!!”
“I love Ebony women, always have.”
“We do love Black women especially us American Italians.”
“I love Black Women with all my heart, body, mind, and soul.”
“I love Black women”
“I’m Asian, and I loooove Black girls!”
“I love Black girls they are more attractive and their personality is amazing if you ask me”
“I love Black girls. Generally I know they’re better girlfriends, partners and lovers than girls of other race. And I’m attracted to dark skin.”
“I have LOVED Black women since I was a little boy. Never changed. Won’t change. Most beautiful women in the world are Black women in my opinion.”
“I’m not afraid to admit I love Black women…always have and some things you can’t explain…they are everything I man could want. Intelligent, beautiful, loving.”
“Race should never be an issue when 2 people are together, Only LOVE Matters ūüôā “

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

When a White guy thinks about asking Black women out

White man approaching a beautiful Black woman

“I’m a White guy from Saskatchewan, I have a couple of questions for you, and info that I hope is useful that you can use for your book.
1. Are African American women attracted to Canadian White guys?
2. (I’m not a hair puller) Why do Black women always assume that?
I can confirm that what you said about us being afraid is true. As a White guy, convincing yourself that you are good enough for Black women is a really hard thing to do. We have to prove to ourselves to be 0% Confederate, all of our blood lines have to be out of the South from 1619 to 1865. We have to be at least 5’10 tall, our body fat level has to be 15% or less, no crooked, dead or missing teeth. Have a good job or be rich and we have to be good looking.
Black lades: When a White guy thinks about asking you out his mind always goes into overdrive and he imagines every single negative reaction you could possibly have, from ‚ÄúNo!‚ÄĚ to ‚ÄúHell No I’m not dating a White boy!‚ÄĚ in one of these you take a knife out of your handbag and he loses everything from the neck up. One example of this is when I went to Washington D.C. for my 3rd trip to America. (I tolled myself that I had my fear under control) While I was at the Martin Luther King Memorial an African American grabbed my attention, when I tried to approach her my entire body froze up and I could not move.”

The most significant thing I learned

Intelligent Black woman teaching class

“Every woman on the planet, pretty or plain, heavy or thin, black, white, brown, yellow or red has love, comfort and companionship to offer some deserving man somewhere. I was taught by Quebecois parents that ugly was a character reference and that all people have something beautiful about them. I grew up in a very small town north of Thunder Bay, Ontario in Canada. I was ten years old and entering grade five in 1966. Our town was made up of European and First Nation people. Our new teacher was a Black woman originally from Alabama I believe and had gotten her teaching degree in Toronto where she had been living. She was the first black person any of us had ever seen besides on television. She was medium height, shaped a bit like Oprah, very pretty and stylish and had a throaty voice. She smelled like lillies. During recess she would walk up and down the rows putting paper on our desks and sing opera songs. I would stare at her through the open windows and wonder of her. Sometimes she would let me help her at recess and tell me stories about America. She was the first women other than my mother that I picked flowers for. I was shocked and disappointed when I returned for grade six and she had gone back to Toronto. Without intention she had opened me socially personally to the “others” that made up the world. If I could love a Black woman purely, as a boy, I could certainly love a Black woman with loves attendant delights as a man. It is the most significant thing I learned in grade school.”