Interracial Dating at It's Best & Worst - Reality Check

Interracial Dating At It's Best and Worst- A Gigi James Reality Check


Why do we date outside of our race? Personally, I don't really have a so-called race to date outside of because my mother is Indian and my father is Black. My father really is a man mixed of all sorts, but to me - he's Black damn it. So what if it's only his grandmother who was actually Black! Who do I talk to about getting a box like that to check off on those pesky applications? Oprah? Kanye?

The other day I was watching an episode of the sitcom The Game (It comes on right after Girlfriends.You know the station - They have Station Call Letters ADD). The star of the fictional football team is married to a White woman. (Whoa! A Black professional sports player married to a White woman?! Gee- what a shocker.) I noticed that the producers of the show well played into the old stereotype provoking me to chuckle as I watched the White woman bend over backwards diligently aiming to please her Brotha husband. What is Brotha Husband doing? As quickly as White Wifey can perform her tasks, he continues to dole out the demands - including intermissions of sex. I know the intent of the material was to be comedic but really and truly I found it downright stupid and an insult to my Dangerously Educated Intelligence. WTF? It's as if Black women and White men always get the shitty end of the stick - a Black Woman is too head strong and ruly, while a White Man is deemed penile deficient and not as domineering or just a push over. Why? Would that White Wife do that for a White husband? In the movie "Something New" Sanaa Lathan is a successful Black Woman who develops a romance with a White man. I used to think that the character was an asshole because she went waaay too far to assert her ethnicity so as not be depicted as a traitor or an "Aunt Tom" (whatever). Then I realized that maybe there's more to that with when it comes to Black women getting laid by White Men.


I'm in New York where I work (not live). Interracial couples are a dime a dozen. It is not uncommon to see Black and White Cookie Love on any given day. It's not something that people feel the need to stop and gawk or point fingers at. It really is nobody's business and if you did that everytime you saw a bi-racial couple outing, it gets old after awhile. However, I must admit that I did catch myself peeking at the big boned Black woman with the rather emaciated and shorter Korean guy. Yes, I had a visual . . .


In my talking and interracting with others of different races (I have a collection of friends of other races I respect and love dearly and wouldn't trade for the world), I've come across a new commonality- people who seek significant others ONLY outside of their race. These folks absolutely refuse to partner up with a member of their own ethnicity! WHY? Is that not a form of self-loathing? I believe we have even branded a generation: Wiggas "Wiggas" because they somehow lose the grip of their own heritage and start behaving Black. The Wiggas can be found in Southern American geographical areas in neighborhoods of low-income. We become exposed to them whenever we turn on Judge Judy, Jerry Springer or Divorce Court. Many of them have taken it too far with the most appalling comments about their take on interracial dating. The Unofficial Advocates for Interracial Couplings have spouted utter bullshit such as "We know how to treat a man! Black women are nasty! We have better hair!" I assume they get taken care of in the parking lot after the shooting of the episode. Well, at least I hope so . . .

Some Wiggas even have flourishing careers as rap stars. Ain't that a switch.


Now not all White people who date solely outside of their race are Wiggas. Look at Robert DeNiro and a few others I cannot recall at the moment- but he's one I'd fill out an application for . . . When a Black Man or Woman dates solely outside of their race, they're called Uncle Toms and Wannabes. However, I find it very interesting that there's a trend in Black men climbing up the Ladder of Success feeling the need to discard their Black woman for a White woman. We'll chalk that up to contractual obligations imposed by the NBA . . . cheerleaders need love too. After all, not everybody can be Paula Abdul. Besides, nothing is sadder than a has been cheerleader who can no longer continue the payments for her plastic surgery once her career is over. Okay. There are sadder things in life, but that's up there.


Okay, I get the feeling Black Women are not crying over the loss of this Team Player . . .

I've dated Black, White and Hispanic men from all walks of life (except for Broke - don't do Broke. I'm ALLERGIC to Broke . . . ); I'm dying to to try Oriental but Ken Watanabe is married so I'll settle for a sexy Chinese Jamaican instead (PLUG: Have you met Tony Moulton? He's Jamaican born with Chinese and African ancestry, wealthy and gorgeous. Meet him in my book "I Didn't Sign Up For This!"). I'll admit that it took me a while to play with the White Boys even though I grew up in predominately White neighborhoods and went to White schools. I don't think it was because I didn't like them, but my step-father who has been in my life since I was 9 is White and my mother just fucking walked all over him every chance she got. I've always been the type to seek an Alpha man and my step-father -the immediate male figure in my life- was a far cry from Alpha in that relationship. He was a pussy. There were times I used to step up to my mother and tell her off on his behalf out of sheer aggravation. That was a complete turn off for me which nurtured into a Leave Whitey Alone kind of thing. I strictly went out with Black guys and Hispanics and after having to deal with bullshit that I was not tolerant of, I started looking into another deck for companionship. I knew that White men liked Black women (Massa evidenced that . . . ) - in high school I was voted "Cutest Girl" (why is there even such a category) in a high school that not only was predominately White - it was a town in Florida notorious for racial tension. I later learned that the White boys even took pictures of my butt when I wasn't looking.

Awhile back, I started going out with a lawyer, who has his own firm and is pretty successful. I used to work in an office that co-counseled with him regularly and we sparked a friendship that blossomed into a romance. It seems we had a lot in common despite that he was not only older by 12 years, but White. Many times we were together, I completely forgot our racial differences because he actually made me by appreciating me and my intelligence (which seems to have a persona of its own on some day. He always encouraged me in my career choices and was very supportive in my endeavors and my dream in a man - very Alpha and very chivalrous. He even put me in my place when I got out too ahead of myself. He exuded strength. Now, I had a relationship with a Rasta man way back in day - Rastas (the real ones anyway) are always the Alpha. However, I'm not willing to give up my God nor am I willing to share my man with other women just so he can "be fruitful and multiply". I have a couple of Uncles who have adopted the Rasta way of life and while they treasure women, I think they show it a little too much. I don't think anyone has noticed, but I tend to speak my mind in a very bold manner. That's a no-no in some circles - my Rasta boyfriend was cool (sex was phenomenal!) but he got fed up with me and said "two bulls can't ramp in one pen." I'm a bull?

My lawyer guy was very cute (a brawnier version of Richard Gere) and was a clean freak like me. We shared the same interests, laughed together and had very good sex (to break it down guys - you all do the same things . . .). Then something started to unnerve me. I didn't mention it before, but he was Italian. He was very comfortable with me and we pretty much said any and everything around each other (how much more comfortable can two people get when they're playing Hide The Sauseege?) until one day he used the "N" word. And it wasn't even in a bad way - he's half Sicilian and he had said something about him being a nigger which didn't make me laugh even though the comment was in jest. I didn't think he had the right to use the word. Would he ever get mad and call me the "N" word? I told a close friend about it (who also happens to be half Black half Indian) and being the Jamaican hornball bitch that she is, she said to me- "Oh that is awful G . . . he has a little racist in him . . . Can I have him?" hmmmmmmmm. Then a couple of months later another friend - who is Black - was getting married and invited me to the wedding. She called me to let me know that I cannot bring my boyfriend to the wedding - because we're not married. At first, I thought she was just being cheap and didn't want to have to pay for an extra head at the reception dinner. She is no longer a friend today. I got the picture. I have matured a lot since then and do not pick my men based on race nor am I afraid of a little challenge from time to time, but really . . .

What are your reasons for dating outside your race? Why do you believe people should or should NOT date outside their race? I really want to know . . . You can also play with me at www.myspace.com/gigihumor

Bull Dicks and Whips

The other day I was talking on the phone to my ex and during the conversation, he instructed me to turn the TV on to the Travel Channel. So I obliged him only to see one of the Travel Channel's resident kooks is in India educating viewers on the subject of Bull Penis and the many uses of Bull Penis. Not that I was the slightest bit curious - it's not like I go around pondering, "Gee- I wonder what I can do with some bull cock today . . ."

While we're watching this program - a dark Indian guy in a restaurant in India pulls out of a bucket this long approximately four foot anaconda-like thing and lays it out on the counter where you can't help but notice that the skinned snake actually has an aura of "what the hell now?"

"What's that?" I ask my Ex Hubby Poo not remembering what the show was initially about- because if I asked the guy on the TV, he might not answer me.

"That's bull prick." That's when my eyes bugged out of my head totally forgetting about making a crack of ex's limited vocabulary. For some disturbed reason - I became further engrossed by the subject of the many ways Man has concocted (*giggles*) to make ample use of a bull's shlong (yet they still can't pick up their dirty socks off the floor). It seems a bull can be used for more than just steak and chasing idiots running madly through the streets (I'm sorry, I always root for the bull). I damn sure won't chalk it up to being sexually frustrated because that's just on way too many levels of fucked up.

I thought about my aunt who lives out on five acres of land in Culpepper, Virginia and owns several cows. The cows roam the land freely. She actually keeps dozens of pairs of hideous rubber boots for guests to wear to walk the premises with. I don't go there often. The few times I have gone there (usually with a semi-automatic pistol in tow), sometimes a cow waaaaay off in the distance could be heard mooing loudly which I had come to learn was the sound of the Barn is a-rocking-so-don't-go-a-knocking. Now I know why that heiffer Barb Beecue was mooing off like a whoo-ah on credit!

Then suddenly came flashing through my mind was the Greek mythology story of King Minos and his wife Pasiphae. For those of you who don't know the story - here's a brief tutorial: King Minos was the king of the island of Crete. He made a request to the gods to send him a bull to sacrifice and a big white one miraculously (ta daaah!) came running out of the sea. Minos was supposed to sacrifice the bull, but decided to keep the bull instead and sacrifice one of his old ones. This pissed the god of the sea Poseidon off, so he like placed a curse on Minos' wife, Pasiphae, to fall in love with the treasured White Bull. Yes, I know that's some pretty sick shit. But please remember - the ancient Greeks invented Taboo.You know it can only get worse from there. Pasiphae desperately wanted to consummate her affair with the beast. To accommodate her demented - but not really her fault - desire, she has the architect, Daedalus (you might remember him - he was the one who took his kid, Icarus, for a flight with wings made out of wax and feathers) design and build a wooden cow for her to climb into so she could finally have at a three to four foot penis!



Pasiphae's Tool
That cock and bull hungry slappah!
I wonder if she ever ate a burger again after that . . .


Now - the chef on the television has pulled out the severed weiner (hopefully the bull was dead and simply had not been eunuched) and places it on the counter where he proceeded to hack it up into small pieces as he began the process of cooking for human consumption. Not animal consumption - human. Someone was going to pay good money to dine that night - most likely the asshole hosting the show. My ex says, "Yeah, that's good for the man's nature. Bull dick is supposed to be good for stamina." Just as he says that, the guy on the show in perfect coordination excitedly confirms the information making it quite obvious that he, the wonderful host was definitely on a Blue Pill Diet.






Hopefully you CANNOT find this in your grocer's freezer.
You see the price on this package?!?


Now, I'm sitting there like - who the hell comes up with this shit? Was a guy like 200 years ago somewhere (in Greece I presume) sitting there on the sofa frustratingly trying to rub one out (okay, not Greece then - we'll blame the Indians and the Chinese) and having been unsuccessful in his endeavor worked up an appetite, so he sees the the bull minding his business grazing in the field. He is jealous of the bull's endowment and reputed prowess, so he picks up his machete and heads out to the part of the field where the bull is just chilling, the bull greets him with a "howdy" and without any kind of logical provocation - lops off the bull's manhood (thus commencing the tradition of the Bull Run - sees red . . ); the Man makes a mad dash into his house where the bull is now ramming the door and with very good reason too. The oblivious Wife walks in and asks the Man -totally ignoring the screaming bull trying to charge his way into her home (hmm I wonder if there was lots of China in there too), "Honey, did you bring home meat for dinner?" The Man realizes that since he was playing Stranger all day, he hadn't bothered to go into work to provide the family with a decent meal. Seeing as he's holding a hefty cock in his hand (that could no way belong to him) behind his back and really doesn't want to explain that shit to his wife and possibly the neighbors. He quickly drops the oversized whacked weiner into the pot where he wife makes a delicious soup for the family which they share with neighborhood who came over to help shoot the mad bull (tee hee hee). Nine months later - the town tripled in population. Bullshit.



I wonder if Mikey would try even this.


My ex realized that the guy on the show was way too happy to devour Bull Pizzle and can only gleefully discuss the sexual enhancement properties which annoys him. So he decides to tell me what else one can do with the bull's ding ding. Back in the old days, the shlong was soaked in some kind of concoction then dried which turned it into very sturdy leathery whipping device. When one had been whipped with a bull pistle - the pain is so devastatingly severe and intense - not only does it rip apart the flesh, but it is not unusual for the recipient to pass out or just die. I really do not want to think any more about how that came into place too, but I hear the Romans are involved . . .

Harbour Lights Restaurant - Dinner for Two!

Have you heard?
By entering the Summer of Love Contest, you can
win a Romantic Dinner for Two at
Harbour Lights Restaurant in New York City!




Harbour Lights Restaurant -one of New York's most elegant restaurants -
is mentioned in my book “I Didn’t Sign Up For This!” (Out September 2007!!)
where Tony and Jillian had their first date. They fell in love – you could too!(Hopefully winners will opt to not take along a blood relative . . . oh yeah, no pets allowed)


Read Excerpt from “I Didn’t Sign Up For This!”

Summer Loving

Some of you may know already that there is currently a contest I am promoting for my website and soon to be released book, "I Didn't Sign Up For This!" I have whored it out on Myspace and of course - my website - www.gigijames.com. One of the wonderful prizes is a 3 day, 2 night stay at the Plaza Hotel & Casino in fabulous Las Vegas in addition to a signed copy of the new cover edition - well there are TONS more goodies folks. This is NOT your average Author contest with just a cheesy signed book and a book mark . . . I had to break a lot of balls to score these prizes for my fabulous readers! They deserve the best!

Anyway, in this contest - one of the ways to win is to enter your best date night disaster story (consistent disclaimer: nothing that involves subsequent convictions, extended stays in the hospital or the consumption of domesticated animals. Try to refrain from sex stories that are NOT going to have me pissing myself laughing). The top winning stories will be posted on my website around Labor Day.

Yesterday, I heard a great date story but the person does not want to enter it - just to save face. Come on people! Saving face?! Look damn it - Britney Spears is at the TOP of the list for downright fucking embarrassing -she's so bad, I'm hoping Michael Jackson gets her kids . . . I would NEVER leave the house or even try to communicate with the outside world if pictures of MY mom riding in the car airing out the bald kitty . . oh, can't finish that line - it's making me gag! Look - I don't have to post your name - just the story!!

I'll be posting two Myspace blogs tomorrow morning. I'm working on some editing at the moment and since I'm getting old - I don't concentrate as well with the pinging distractions . . .

Hope to hear from you all soon!

xoxoxo

Yeah! I'm blogging . . .after I down that last pot of coffee first

Hey everybody!

If you thought I was crazy on myspace - wait til you see what I put he-yah! I'm going to be exercising and testing my First Amendment Rights! Well, you know me, I'm not that mean unless provoked and I really do strive to do what's right . . .

My first thought is for this cherry popping blog on blogspot is: WTF is with the myspace blogging? There are some people that I read and wonder: please God tell me they are sitting in room decorated with rubber awaiting the next in a series of shock treatments. OMG! Oh wait - I blog on myspace too . . .

I plan on being online regularly on Thursday nights, 9:00 P.M (EST) to have some very funny, meaty and downright brutual discussions on everything (from life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness - which means I plan on talking about fetishes at some point in time. LOL). Except for politics. The last time I blogged on politics some asshole called me a "Jamaican Redneck." The only thing I can think of is that it's a crack on my eczema and I have jerk chicken breath.

See ya soon!

xoxoxo