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TV 42 min Drama. Follows two of America's wealthiest families as they feud for control over their fortune and their children. Votes: 18,
What white women mean to us, as Black men, based on what it is we mean, to ourselves, in proximity to whiteness. My crushes, in high school, were all white girls. I used to fantasize about asking them out, kissing them, fucking them. It was about the only way by which I judged my social value—by how many of them I was of interest to. I was learning about something between me and white girls at the same time I was learning American history, in some acultural Suburb outside of Houston, Texas. The only thing that exists between cis-het Black men and white girls is a closer proximity to loss, for us, the more we walk the line into the confidence of white girls. I am talking about something to do with meaning. But no matter what we impress onto those bodies, they will be bodies of probable danger, as history predicts and has yet to be challenged.
The committing of a hidden life event to the written word. I used to wonder if my reluctance was driven by shame, or simply my incredulity at what took place all those years ago. Now, I think that it is those things mostly, but also a hell of a lot more. Over the last few years, particularly in the recent crosswinds of our racial and cultural political climate, this life event bubbled to the surface of my memory, never quite boiling over. I almost never mention it to women. A few decades ago, when I was just becoming a published author, I was discussing projects with various companies. In one, I dealt with a white male creative, and, when he left, I was assigned to someone else, a white woman.