Kiss An Other Before You Talk Shit About Race

Now that Barack Obama is President and all racism is dead across the land, the modern day African-American experience—being Black—means that you have to listen to white people tell you just how black you aren’t. If nothing else, this means that race in America—in the United States and across the fucking globe for that tragic matter!—is still a very fucked up thing—so disastrously schizophrenic that white people who have snorted commercialized and commodified black culture (or fucked or got drunk with the one black friend in their lives that wasn’t me)like so much cocaine, or crushed Aderal, really believe they’re in the moral position to judge the validity or authenticity of those people around them who, for instance, interracially date, listen to Melissa Ethridge, or don’t sound like they’re speaking some contemporary, stylized version of hip, down-with-it Jive.

I can’t stomach white people—or any of the rest of you multi-colored, ridiculously misguided sons a bitches—who claim to appreciate or adore or even love black culture but clearly cannot stand black people.

I really don’t know what’s worse: white people telling black people how black they are or not or can be or should be or will ever be, or black people telling other black people the same ridiculous bullshit—yet neither of those two groups of racial dictators have the guts to fuck or flirt or finger or kiss one another or engage in a little traditional “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Or even just talk to one another like the racial human beings they are and forever will be.

Part of the reason the profoundly ignorant tout themselves as harbingers of enlightened information is because—well, they’re profoundly ignorant, so that’s why—but also because to face one’s ignorance leaves one vulnerable to another human being—vulnerable enough that the other human being will see their soul—flaws—shortcomings. And when it comes down to race, partly the reason most white people and black people don’t climb into bed together—which is just a prelude to climbing toward the altar—is because if they did, they’d both discover just how white and black neither of them really are—and they’d have to deal with each other as human beings, would have to deal with each other's naked human bodies, which so many of you are clearly not prepared—or even willing—to do.