The New White Man

I have the ability to dream in worlds, to create worlds that far surpass the quantum, sexual, mental, spiritual, and emotional imprisonment of this reality.  In my ideal dream world, in the world I’ve created, I transform a white man into something inconceivable to the current mind.  I ignite in this white man an insatiable, sensual, and soulful, a nurturing, enlightened, and passionate human being.  

His first and foremost responsibility in life will be to please the Black man.  His singular sexual motivation is to give pleasure to the Black man.  It’s not about his objectification of the Black man, his racist sexual fetish where Black men are viewed as nothing more than nigger dildos to satisfy their contrived sissy faggot lusts.  The white man I create will see Black men as superior in every conceivable way.  He will look to the Black man as his God.  He will worship, praise, and adore the Black man, his challenges, he will look to elevate and honor the Black man in every way in more ways than sexual.  He will wait on him hand and foot.  He will bathe, pamper, nurture, and provide for the Black man to show his love, respect, and unquenchable desire.  

And his desire will be to give the Black man pleasure like he’s never known.  He will always start off by bathing his King and anointing his body from head to toe with body butters and oils.  He will then erotically and sensually, lick and kiss every inch of that beautiful dark skin in praise and worship of that melanin.  He will make love to his King’s asshole with his mouth, with his entire being, sucking, licking, kissing, tonguing it, tasting it, and getting intoxicated by its earthy, manly scent.  I will train him to use his lips, tongue, and mouth to deepthroat, to erotically caress with his hands, to adore the Black man’s dick, regardless of the size, his balls, and his ass because he will grow to respect and worship the entirety of Black manhood and all that that means.  His touch becomes a form of communication, energetically expressing his gratitude and humility, his awe and reverence, his desire and his hunger to please.  His kiss, expressive and lingering, tender and hypnotic, is fueled by erotic splendor and his need to taste the very essence of Blackness. His tongue paints pleasure and his lips speak fluent seduction as he displays his newfound experience of life viewed through the eyes of The Goddess.

At my command, his pussy will throb and ache and drip with arousal, keeping him horny with more intensity and hunger than he’s ever experienced before. Every cell in his body, every atom will vibrate with a new frequency, an energy of sensuality and confidence, of rhythm and soul. His pussy will be the center of his arousal. When he needs to be fucked deep, hitting that spot that makes his eyes roll back in his head and cry out into the night with primal, feral pleasure, he will have to BEG and plead for the honor.  He will never insult his King by acting as if he needs to be forced because he will understand the supreme honor it will be to provide pleasure for his lord and master.  

And whatever his King wants, he will provide.  If he is directed to climb on that dick and ride it nice and slow, to open his mouth and drink piss straight from the source, or put that ass up in the air and take a brutal fuck like a gangbang whore in a fuck flick, he will eagerly comply and beg for more.  I see him, his eyes glazed over with lust, his body moving and flowing in ways white men’s bodies couldn’t, all that offensive white pretense and delusion . . . gone.  I see his gratitude and love for me, in his eyes, for unleashing in him an honesty and authenticity he never imagined himself capable of expressing.  This white man of my creation will be able to dream in worlds where he imagines innovative and creative ways to pleasure Black men sexually that will keep him aroused and satiated.  

He’s mine.  I created him.  He’s informed and articulate about issues of race, full stop, no apologies for his unintentional racism.  He’s respectful and humble.  He’s pleasant to talk to and he communicates his feelings and frustrations like an emotionally mature person.  He’s open and receptive to learn and he’s eager to please.  He’s sane and grounded, he’s really respectful of all people, he sees everyone as a human being deserving of respect.  He’s smooth, he’s got swag; it emanates from him.  His jokes aren’t offensive or obtuse, he respects other’s opinions and understands that just because he hasn’t experienced that in his life, doesn’t mean that it’s not an obstacle for others.  

Out of my presence, he’s a better man, a real man, for the first time in his life.  He treats all of his relationships: friends, family, coworkers, lovers, and acquaintances, with respect; he looks to build stronger relationships in all areas of his life by giving of himself, not just being self-centered all the time.  He works to establish friendships with a more diverse group of people to learn from them and he doesn’t always assume he’s the smartest person in the room.  Sexually, he is able to interact with people on a much different level because he isn’t consumed with the shame when he was existing as the old version of white manhood that made him so uncomfortable in his own skin and transposing that into his vile degradation and humiliation fantasies that only reinforced more vile, racist stereotypes.  

He’s a better lover, all around.  He is in tune with his own body and he’s been trained to be responsive to his lover’s.  He can talk in bed, communicate his desires, be honest, apologize, he can ask for forgiveness, he can express his pleasure with words and sounds without being a one-dimensional drone chanting some vulgar mantra without emotion.  The white man who used to see sex in terms of power, in terms of tops and bottoms, dominants and submissives, that same white man now sees sex as a form of intimacy and communion, whether it’s nasty sex where he’s drooling and screaming for more of the exact things society has said were perverted, depraved, and wrong, or where he’s giving his lover pleasure to simply show his reverence.  I want to see the transformation of white men from ugly caterpillar to beautiful butterfly, where they become comfortable in their own skin and truly know that in releasing their smug fucking arrogance and racism, they are evolving and becoming more hue-man.  

I see this for all white men.  I see this for all humanity.  When I accomplish this, and I will, I will have created the white man in my image, the true image of God.  And once he has proven his change of heart, once he has shown his genuine love, respect, and worship of the black man as his God, once his transformation to soulful and authentic and AfroerotiK is complete, he can then, and only then, begin the journey of being able to serve and please the Original Goddess.