Miscegenation mis·ceg·e·na·tion. noun
1. marriage or cohabitation between a man and woman of different races, esp., in the U.S., between a black and a white person.
It’s time to talk about miscegenation.
Cumbersome word, maybe, but if you are turned off by the five syllables there are plenty of alternatives in the vernacular: jungle fever, coal burner, snowflake.
What do all these words have in common? Like the word miscegenation itself, they all refer to a person (of either gender and any race, but originally Caucasian females) who finds themselves mostly attracted to an opposite-sex member of African descent.
Or, to put it really simply: black dicks in white chicks.
I use that blunt phraseology not because I enjoy being crude, but because it awakens in most people a visceral reaction to the concept of miscegenation; and I want you to have that visceral or gut reaction held in mind for the rest of this article.
There are a million different ways this article could go, and many of them would be totally counterproductive to the purpose of the site: so, in the interest of clarity and usefulness, I am going to define very clearly the point of this article, and what viewpoint I am going to develop over the next couple hundred words:
- From a seducer’s persepective, why exactly you (as a presumably white male), should not be intimidated by either (A) black males who appear to be good with women, and (B) the white women who seem to be preferentially attracted to them.
So, let’s get started, shall we?
The Myth of the Virile Black Man
No, black men do not have bigger penises.
Now that I’ve got your attention, let me just start by saying that the stereotype of a “black man” has many mythical components (not least of which the aforementioned anatomical difference) and is, I believe, more steeped in legend, history, prejudice, and creative fantasy than the stereotype of the “white man” (although that may be changing).
Without getting into a full-blown African studies lecture here (which I am, in any case, not qualified to deliver), let’s examine just a few of the sources of influence on the typical stereotype of the modern black male. Among them one finds:
And that is just a small sampling. What all this means is that there is more “put on” the average black man than there is the average white man. Don’t believe me? Answer this then: when you see a black man walking down the street towards you, is your first reaction
A) He’s black. Therefore probably a thug, with a gun, or a drug dealer, or a drug user, or a famous rapper, or a dangerous / violent man, or simply unlike me.
or
B) He’s black. Phew, what a relief, I was afraid for a minute he was white.
Of course either reaction is ridiculous; but I am guessing that if you answered honestly, your answer was closer to one end of ridiculous than the other.
When you see a white man (presuming you are yourself white), is not your reaction less ridiculous? And what a perfectly normal phenomenon. White = like me = probably OK. Black = unlike me = potentially dangerous. Full stop. Forget all that about how the economic foundation of this country was built on a million black backs, or how it was barely more than 50 years ago that black people were given the same rights as the rest of us, or how there are more black men in prison than in college.
Don’t even consider any of that. Just realize that, evolutionarily speaking, “different from us” has always caused us to raise our eyebrows a little, and black people look different than white people; and over the years, as a result of ethnocentrism, ignorance, and garden-variety avarice, that “different from us” has evolved into a whole mythology of the “savage black man” who is bent on raping as many white women as he can.
In modern times, that mythology has been updated a little, with a slightly more positive spin: black men are simply more virile, more masculine, tougher, and more “real” than white men.
(The idea of the savage black man bent on rape was probably invented collectively by the institution of slavery as a means of perpetuating itself; after all, if you want people to subjugate a population, just convince them that said subject population is a dire threat to the things they hold most dear (reproductive exclusivity with the highest-quality mates, of course)).
Let’s get back to the modern mythos of the black male. What a burden, what a weight! Because of my skin color, I have to worry, every time I pull my pants down, that I don’t measure up — and not only measure up, but measure OVER her expectations, which may be (are probably) inflated? Does she like me for me, or does she like the mythos? Does she want to get to know me personally, or does she just want to explore the untamed jungle of my dark soul, and ultimately conquer it? Is she interested in my personality, or pissing off daddy?
I could imagine that getting a little old.
Yes, black men do get more focused positive attention from a certain subset of the female population; but the assumptions and sexual scripts that go along with that probably work as much against black men as they do for them.
Do some black men — perhaps a majority — feel they have to play into and live up their modern racial mythos? Sure. Might that induce them to “act as if” (and therefore eventually become) more masculine, dominant, commanding, and therefore attractive to women than they might otherwise have been? Sure. Is that perhaps an unintended benefit of having gangsters, hustlers, pimps, and professional athletes as your racial role models? Maybe.
Is it enough of an unintended benefit to make up for the fact that you can perhaps count back three or four generations in your family and find your ancestors living in slavery? Somehow, I doubt it.
I suppose I could be wrong. But trust me on the penis size.
Understanding Snowflakes
Yes, I realize I am using a derogatory and somewhat racist term to set up a discussion of sexual attraction and seduction. Bear with me.
Women who are preferentially attracted to black men have their own dynamic going on internally; and I will give you good odds that eight times out of ten, it has to do with either A) their engagement with the modern (or ancient) black male mythos or B) their desire to reactively piss someone else off (mommy, daddy, past boyfriends, current boyfriends, society) by their attraction pattern.
I realize this is a pretty strong statement, and would not appear to be giving women (or black men) much credit; but I believe my caveat will explain.
The caveat (which proceeds naturally enough from the preceding section), is just this: women who find themselves more naturally attracted preferentially to black men are in most cases simply most naturally and preferentially attracted to more masculine men.
Notice that nothing in that statement implies that black men are, on average, more masculine than white men. All that is required for the statement to work is that some white women believe they are.
The key value that these “snowflakes” are chasing, in other words, is not skin color, but masculinity.
And if it is skin color, that’s the girl’s own thing, and shouldn’t be worried about.
(It is my belief, however, that very, very few “snowflakes” are chasing skin color; that they are the exception, not the rule; and that most white women who find themselves at any level attracted to black men are responding to strong masculine dominance and secondary sexual characteristics, either real or perceived).
Because the current cultural stereotype nominates black men to play the “most masculine” role — meaning they are given permission to be rougher, cruder, more bold, less refined, less restrained, and more thuggish — they naturally suck up the lion’s share of attraction from women who are looking for “more masculine — GUARANTEED (by obvious physical differences)”
And this revelation unlocks the whole thing; why neither white men, nor white women, nor black men should fear one another.
As seduction artists or lovers-of-women, we already know that masculinity is attractive to women; and that more masculinity is usually better (tempered and calibrated, of course).
As women (of any race), we can’t tell you exactly what we like, but boy can we tell when it’s seducing us — and we don’t have to know (or care), because they’re doing the work.
What This Means for You
…Depends on your skin color and gender, of ourse: but at the very least, I hope this article got you thinking about racial and cultural issues in the context of seduction and attraction — not only what works for you, but what you are afraid of or insecure about (not measuring up / unrealistic expectations / your skin color working for or against you).
Ultimately, I hope you, dear reader, come to the following realization, as I have: that in seduction, as in life, there are really far fewer reasons to be afraid than we at first imagine.