Monday, June 25, 2012

Black Breeding Interview

Hello again Stacey! Time for another interview, this time with a greater focus on motherhood of the black bred kind. How many times have you been bred so far, Stacey?

I have been bred by the Black Race a total of three (3) times, so far. Although, the first time I got pregnant, that term of being “Black Bred” was not actually known to me or anything. Not too long after I had my first Black child, a son, that term became more and more used. I had to learn more about it then to understand it as I understand it more today.

Tell us about the first time you got pregnant. When was it, and was it planned by you or your boyfriend, or did it just happen?

Well, I had already been active with a Black ‘boyfriend’ since I was 13, and He was older than I was, in His mid 20’s. But, I didn’t get pregnant right away. ‘Dexter’ was really fucking me a whole lot right from the beginning and after awhile I think He might have been wondering why I wasn’t getting pregnant. At least I suspected He was thinking this. I didn’t know He had other children with other baby mommas at the time (yes, they were white too), but for Him it just ‘felt’ like He was wondering about why I wasn’t pregnant. I wasn’t on any birth control when I was between 13 and 14, but I suppose He just eventually let it go, to describe it better.

Guess this is a longer answer than I thought, but… well, after awhile I did go with a girlfriend of mine to a doctor to get birth control, but that doctor said that I needed to bring my mom in, or that I should because of my age. He didn’t let me have it although I was almost 15 at the time, but He did answer my question on why I wasn’t getting pregnant (I guess, in some ways). He told me that my light weight had a lot to do with that since I wasn’t even 100 lbs back then, and He said that if I gained another 10 lbs or so than I would be more likely to get pregnant. He said that was ‘normal’ when a girl gains a few lbs that her body is telling nature that she’s ready to bear a child. Back then, I was scared to get pregnant and didn’t know what to do.

But, when ‘Dexter’ found out that I had gone to see a doctor about birth control He got really upset and mad with me, saying it wasn’t ‘natural’ to do it, He calmed down a lot more when I told Him that I didn’t get the pills, but He had made  strong statement that He was against it. I mean, all the other white girls in His group of friends had babies or were having babies, and after awhile I started to feel like I was different, or not really the same as the other white girls, ya’ know. Sorta not competent, or another world that I can’t think of right now.
But, also I did start noticing a change like a year later... a change in attitude from Him and I was noticing a difference in how Black guys viewed us white girls who were “theirs” in one way or another. Us girls who didn’t have children by Them were mostly what They called Their fuckholes, Their Cunts or fuckpigs or hoes, or other things, but those with Their children were referred to more as Their “bitches,” and I began to see those white girls who were known more as “a Black Man’s Bitch” had a different social status, ya know, more respected as a servant to The Black Race. In lotsa ways, I became a little envious of those white girls who had Black children for Black Men. I mean, I didn’t mind just being “His” and being of use to Him, but I think in a lot of ways I thought about getting pregnant and if I did I was going to keep the baby.

So, none of this was “planned” or anything as you are saying – not like that. But, when I will say that the 3 months before I got pregnant the first time, or “Bred” as you can refer to it now, He was so, so much more aggressive and active with me and using me so much harder, and more often than ever before. Back then, I didn’t understand it as much, but after awhile I began to understand that He was fucking me with a much stronger purpose. A much, much stronger purpose than ever before is what I think now. I guess I never really told anyone this before, not in this way, really, but He was totally fucking my brains out during that time, and He was pretty rough most of those times. Most days, He was fucking me 3-4 times in a single day, and some of those days it was 5 or 6 times, I swear.  Sometimes, I would be so sore and He would just text me to “get over here” and I was already feeling too sore to go, but I went. Later, when I couldn’t take so much of His pounding on me He got angry and I thought He was going to break up with me. I didn’t want that at all, so I was becoming more accommodating to Him, or trying to.

I suppose that maybe He planned to “knock me up” or “Black Breed” me more than it was planned, overall. I mean, all that fucking and so much of that for like 3 months straight must’ve been for His purpose, which I understand so much more now. He really did seem satisfied when I did get pregnant and called me His “bitch” a lot more than other things, so it was more of an acceptance for me, too. The other white girls in Their circle of friends seemed happy for me, as well. So, not planned by US ... more planned by Him I am sure ... and I felt some relief and some satisfaction when I found out I was pregnant for the first time.

Of course, I hid it form my family. When I was not even 4 months pregnant, ‘Dexter’ got into trouble and went to prison because it was His third offense, which I didn’t really know much about. That, alone, is another story in itself... but, I can tell you that when I was “showing” and 6 months to 9 months pregnant, He was making me come to visit Him every single week, which was the maximum anyone could visit Him there in that prison, and it really and truly was like He was trying to ‘show me off’ as one of His to the other inmates there in that visitors’ courtyard. Those visits there totally opened my eyes like 100 times more because I was obviously in a smaller social group and circle of friends, like less than 50 or 60, but going there I was a little culture shocked to see so very many other white women there going to visit Their Black Men. And, yes. A good amount of those women, maybe 25% or more, were pregnant then or were pregnant before. It was like Dexter wanted me to understand something more, and the reason for Him wanting me to be there and show the others I was His bitch and knocked up by Him. It was a Black Man’s Pride thing, I think, and I learned very important to a Black Man’s confidence as a Man, even though He was incarcerated like that. So, yes. I was 16 and pregnant or ‘bred’ for the Black Race, by the Black Race, for the first time. Long answer, but that’s just how it was.

How did you take it when you found you were pregnant?

I took it well. Like I said in the previous answer, I was relieved in some ways. But, I was scared in some ways too. I mean, I didn’t know what it was going to be like to be pregnant, how I was going to support my baby because the father was in the prison and His case wasn’t going to come up for months and months, so I wasn’t sure how long He’d be in there. Educating myself for a better future and also educating myself more with the Black Culture, Black Supremacist Groups and things like that seemed like the best thing to do for my Black son, which I knew was going to be a son when I finally asked the doctor to tell me. Before that, I didn’t want to know, but then I reconsidered it. I took it well and remember I had already been more ingrained into the Black Culture by then, so bringing a Black child into the world with a better Black Ruled future was more of an honorable thing than it was a scary thing (although, okay I admit I was still nervous and worrying a little). Other white girls who had been through this tried to help me in some ways, but most of them didn’t (not really). Some did, sure. I guess I will try to explain it, okay?

I mean that almost all, or prolly 99% of us white girls who had or were having Black children shared the same views... ya know... the same views on Black Supremacy, Black Male Superiority, The Advancement of the Black Race and a Black Ruled Future. We had all belonged to a Black Man and still belonged. We had all been a Black Man’s “bitch” or fuckhole, or whatever before too. But, most of the white girls with 1 or 2 or 3 Black children, or more, were more content to just take regular lower paying jobs and get government help, and kinda’ were more content to get by or do “okay” for their Black Man. One older woman (I won’t say her name here) was a bigger influence on me because she was educated and an attorney of all things, and I was so incredibly impressed by her. She was turning 30 way back then when I was 16, and she had been a Black Man’s bitch for most of her life, she had said. I met her at the prison court yard when she was going to visit her Man and she just came right up to me and started talking like we had been friends for many years. She only had 4 Black children before the doctor said she couldn’t have anymore and at first I was sad for her. But, she stressed the importance of education to me and told me it was an important part of being more useful and productive in society for our Black Man and for the Black Race. I swear we talked on the phone everyday and it was like amazing that I found such a good friend in my life at that particular time.

I was so, so happy for her when her Black Man finally got out of prison like 6 ½ months later, and by then I had already had my baby. She had such a nice house for her Black Man to come back to and nice cars and things, and she was a big role model for me and, yeah, we are still friends today (of course).

Anyway, I took it well and was really helped through a lot of the insecurities that most us white girls have when having our first babies for Black Men. It’s just so much more different being a more productive bitch for your Black Man than it is just being there for Him sexually.

How did that pregnancy go? Did black men treat your differently? Did your friends or family respond – or know?

God, yes! I was much more accepted in the Black Culture of Black Men when I was pregnant. I struggled through the first 4 months of my pregnancy but after that it was more okay. My belly swelled so, so much that I couldn’t believe it! It felt like I was going to have a 10 lb baby, but He was 7 lbs and 8 oz., and all the Black guys wanted to be with me more and more all the time. Black Men really did treat me different knowing that I was a “breeder” for Their superior Black Race, not so much from the respect side of things, although a little more than usual. But, more from the “knowing” side of things and knowing that I was devoted to Their Black Race. Some Black guys called it “Going the distance” while others would say things like “You’re ours for life now, ain’t ya?” they would say. Because Dexter was still in prison and wasn’t allowed conjugal visits at that time, I did mostly hang out with His friends and Their girls a lot more, so I did a lot of oral things only during my pregnancy.

My family? Well, my dad and mom had split before and my dad wasn’t at all happy about me having a Black baby. He kept insisting I get an abortion, but there was no way I would ever do that. My mom was upset at first, but more accepting and helped me out a lot too. My grandparents were really upset at first, on both sides, meaning my mom’s parent and my dad’s parents, and they really didn’t talk to me so much anymore. Not back then. Eventually, my grandma’s on both sides would send me secret gifts of money to help me out, but the males on both sides of my family hated all this. There were some comments here and there, like I was giving myself to the Black Race and I took them as insults back then. But, eventually I realized that this was more true than I had initially thought.

Black Men viewed me as more “Theirs” now while Black Women seemed to despise me even more. My dad doesn’t talk to me more than 1-2 times a year, and I don’t talk too much of my family anymore except for my mom, my one grandma cause the other one passed away, and my auntie from my mom’s side. We’re still on good terms I guess, but we don’t talk a whole lot, maybe few time a year or so. Nothing really steady.

My friends were accepting of me, yes. But, I only had like 5 really good friends back then (girlfriends) and they were all with Black guys too. Yes, all of them were and still are today.

How was your first experience giving birth? And the others? Did anyone react oddly when you had a black baby?

No one acted oddly, I guess. Typical teenager having a baby thing, more concern and what was I going to do and all that. First experience was extremely painful and I thought I would explode. The others were much easier, my other two. But, now that you asked that about oddly, I guess I could say that some did – I mean no one in my family or friends and things acted oddly prolly because they had already known I was dating Black and had been with Black only my whole life up to then. The doctor who birthed my first son already “knew” that my baby was going to be Black from months earlier, and one of my visits I asked him (he was white and like 55 yrs old or something) if pregnancy with a Black baby was any different with a white baby (… I guess asking him that back when I was 6 months was a dumb dumb question, but I didn’t know any better back then, and he kinda laughed when I had asked him that before). Back then, when I was still in my pregnancy, he had told me that there was no difference and it had become more and more common over his whole doctor career. He said something like when he first became a doctor a lot of years ago, he was birthing like 15-20 Black babies for white girls every year, but then at this time (4 years ago or so) it was like 20 Black babies with white baby mommas every month he was seeing and birthing. So, I don’t know if he was making me feel better and being nice and accepting to me, or if he was telling me statistics or anything, but he (the doctor) wasn’t surprised and acting oddly, as you say. But, now that you got me thinking some about this, I did notice and clearly notice how two (2) of the nurses in the room where I was giving birth seemed more surprised than anything else. They were both a lot older, like in their 40’s I would guess, and they looked more surprised than anything else. I guess they were more surprised by just how dark or dark-skinned my first baby was, and is. But, of course, the father was extremely dark-skinned too anyway, so I wasn’t surprised at all. But, I think they were. Just their faces and all, ya know. Like they didn’t expect such a dark baby coming out of a more pale skinned girl, like me.

But, they were the only ones I would say acted a little bit oddly. 

Now that you’ve had several black children, how do you feel about becoming pregnant again? Do you look forward to it, feel honored by it, or prefer otherwise?

This is a pretty good question and, of course, I am a lot older now since I had my first Black baby so I feel more and more capable of answering this. My Black sons are 4, 3 and now 14 months old. Yes, I would feel just fine having another Black baby for the Black Men and the Black Race, of course. It is more of an honor now that I have already served the Black Race by having children for Them and doing so, again, would be the same. I guess it’s not a question anymore on whether I might have another Black baby or not, but “when” I will have my next Black child. Since I am Da’Quan’s bitch now, and have been for awhile and He is already the father of my youngest Black son, I know this is entirely up to Him. It really is His decision, like it usually almost always is for a Black Man when having a child with us white women.

Although I know many other white girls who have had Black children and they feel the same way, and know how it “really is” I would be interested in how others would answer this, too.

It’s hard to say I would “look forward” to it because going through the long months and difficult stuff of a pregnancy is really, really tough to do. It doesn’t always feel so good, physically, ya know... but it is also an acceptance... a real commitment to Black Supremacy and an honorable experience to give birth to  a future Black Ruler in our society. If and when Da’Quan decides to “breed” me as you say, or knock me up, I do know it will for a cause and a purpose. He has other children with other white baby mommas, but when a Black Man chooses you to have His child, it is a honor and an acceptance that He has chosen you over so many other white girls that it’s hard to say that it wouldn’t be more of an ‘honor’ than anything else.

Knowing that Da’Quan is a special Black Man and can have any white girl He wants or chooses, it will make me feel more special being one of His white bitches and baby mommas rather than just being one of His fuckholes or anything like that. Da’Quan literally has so, so many white girls falling at His feet and trying to “be with Him” that you wouldn’t even believe it. Being one of His baby mommas already is more an honor than just being with Him, so it feels different.

Being and just turning 22 within a year, I know that it’s prolly true that I will give birth to at least one more Black child. More than likely, it will be more than one more depending on the decision of the Black Man I am with, in this case being Da’Quan’s. I do think He does take into consideration the social things, like the job or jobs and education I have, and the support system I sorta have in place getting financial assistance from my grandma and my mom. My father who doesn’t talk to me anymore (not so much) set up a trust fund for me when I was 3 years old, and I wasn’t allowed to get it until I turned 21, which I did, but he has tried to put up legal stuff in place to block it, which I had to get an attorney involved in getting it (yes, my attorney is that same woman I mentioned before) and she says not to worry about it, that I will be able to get it.

Not sure why I told you all that, but yes. Having a good support system in place and a good job to support your Black children and your Black Man is really important when a Black Man has to make a decision on having multiple babies with you. Having one is pretty common and things, like Da’Quan’s other white baby mommas, but I think a young Black Man takes a lot of the financial means into consideration when deciding on breeding one of His white girls a second or third time, or more times. I think it really is important to Da’Quan, too, because He asks me a lot (a whole lot) about that trust fund and my job and school and things.  He has told me that He wants another baby out of me, but He hasn’t gotten me pregnant again (not yet). Maybe it’s a security thing, I don’t know, but I think being His bitch already, it is more likely He still feels like I will have another one of His Black babies, otherwise He would probably have left by now. I know that since He just finished school this month, in June, that He is looking at a lot of different things, like maybe college or such. I know He wants a new car and some better things, and I am hoping to get a nicer apartment and hoping He will move in with me. I have a really nice place now, but think a bigger place with more bedrooms would be nicer for Him.

Still, I would accept another Black baby if He says so.

You mentioned that a small community of like-minded women help care for each other’s babies. Can you tell us a little more about that, how it works, what it involves, and if it encourages more breeding overall?

I am not sure if it encourages more breeding or not, but I am sure it helps many of us white girls out a lot because we don’t have to worry as much if we have an inner circle of friends, or know we are getting help inside the community. I guess it works a little bit differently in other communities, but almost the same, ya know, the same concept of things. Since I am Da’Quan’s Bitch and also one of His baby mommas, His other white baby mommas know they can rely on me to help them, as well as them helping me. We are all His white baby mommas but they’re not His bitch, or anything, like I am. We help babysit and when Da’Quan wants to go somewhere with one of us, the other just steps up and helps. It’s really like an unwritten social thing, and it is all geared towards supporting our Black Man’s needs and wants. We don’t question it ever, not once we understand Black Men and Black Culture better, as we learn more. The community just involves assistance and servitude to the Black Race, and we all know we are all in a Black Ruled Community, so we accept this. Even if some of us don’t like, which I don’t to be honest, it’s something I just have to accept, if that makes sense…?

While you were pregnant, how was the sex? Did black men notice your pregnancy? Did they act differently then? Did they know you were pregnant with black babies?

Well, as I mentioned before... the first time I was pregnant I didn’t have intercourse but did a lot of oral sex. But, the last two (2) times I was pregnant with a Black baby it was tons more. Yes, Black Men did notice I was pregnant and I already had a Black child, so They pretty much knew that the baby I was carrying was Black too. Some Black guys asked, but most knew. How could They not know because the Black daddy of my 2nd baby seemed to like to show that off a lot. He liked me in skirts and sandals, and I had at least a dozen tee-shirts and blouses hat pretty much announced that I was carrying a Black child. It was the first time I really heard the term “Black Bred” and understood it more. The blouses I had, two of them actually said “Black Bred” or “Black Breeder” on it, and He totally, totally insisted I wear them many, many times, even if it was just for a small yard party or gathering. Others had words and pictures on them like a Black Power Fist symbol or African Tribal things, and some said Black Power on it too. So, yeah... I was sort of a display case for what He wanted me to be at the time. Black guys, I learned, really like to fuck a girl who is pregnant with a Black baby. It was more frequent, much more. Still, a lot more oral but also They seemed to really get off on it and fucked me harder at times until I had to ask Them not to be so rough because my belly was hurting, so They respected that and eased up a little more.

What is the wildest sex you’ve had while pregnant? And/or, how do you like to have sex when you are pregnant?

I prefer from behind when I am pregnant because it hurts less, and when my belly is really swelling it hurts too much unless I am at the edge of the bed, or something. From behind, I can feel everything about a Black Man’s cock and since They are usually so big, it tends to fit in much easier from behind me now. Some guys were so big that I had to say “no way” so I just sucked Them and They seemed okay with that. Da’Quan is extremely thick or wider than most guys I’ve been with, but about the same in length like 10 inches than lots of other guys. With Him, it’s easier from behind.

Wildest? Wow, I’m not too sure. I guess that would be at a block party when I was pregnant with my youngest and Da’Quan took me to this block party over by His cousin’s place, like a few miles away. I was only like 22 weeks pregnant then and He told me to bend over on one of the picnic benches that was only partially hidden from the bigger parts of the crowd and He started fucking me from behind there. Then, He started making calls on His cell phone and was still fucking me, and then 2 of His friends came over and They fucked me too. He said that’s what he wanted and since I was already pregnant, He felt more comfortable with that. Guess the wild part of that was seeing the crowd in the distance of like 100 feet away and some of them looking over and knowing that I was getting fucked like that because it was a different hood and not everyone there knew I was already Da’Quan’s Bitch and things, so I think it was Their perception that I was just one of the guys’ white fuckholes or something, and maybe They didn’t know which of the guys I belonged to, if any of Them, ya know. They only fucked me over that bench for like 25 minutes, or so... so it wasn’t a long time, but lots of other Black guys after that looked at me a lot and asked Da’Quan if I was His bitch, or just another girl at the block party. But, He told Them I was His, so nothing happened after that. Is that wild, is that what you mean?

Did you become more of a black cock lover after becoming pregnant? What was the difference?

Yes, I think so. I guess when I was younger only a handful of Black cocks had fucked me. After I got pregnant, and it was known the baby was Black, there were soooo many Black guys coming at me. Like I said, Dexter was in prison and I didn’t know His status yet and I was His bitch by then already, so I didn’t have intercourse. But, I did a lot of oral and sucked off a lot of Black guys just out of pure Duty, ya know, which I had learned about from Him when I began dating Him couple years before. It’s just a duty thing, a sign of respect for Them and Their race, and that’s all that it is. And, in doing so I became more accustomed to Black Cock, and the cocks of Black Men were very different for me at the time. More appreciative and seeing Them get erect and be serviced. I guess I can say I began to like Black Cock twice as much then, but even more after I had my second child.

Do you know the fathers of all your children? Does it matter to you?

Yes, I do know. I know that for many of us white girls it doesn’t really matter so much as long as the baby “is” Black, and we are breeding for the Black Race. Part of me is glad that I ‘do’ know the fathers of my 3 sons, but if I didn’t know for sure then I would still accept that and feel the same honor that I do in showing my devotion to Black Men, Black Cock, and the Black Race. It’s more about ‘giving’ something back to our Black Superiors, is what I think, and I believe a lot of other white baby mommas feel exactly the same as this. It can go either way, really, but for me it was more controlled in a way because the fathers of my children and I had a relationship of some sorts, meaning I was Dexter’s Bitch for awhile and He is the father of my first... then I was Ja’Marcus’ Bitch for awhile and He is the daddy of my second child, and I have been Da’Quan’s Bitch for quite awhile now, and He is the daddy of my youngest son.

The times when I was bred for the Black Race, it just so happened to be when I was Theirs, ya know, at those particular times. And, when Dexter went to prison I didn’t have sex, except for giving oral sex to some guys. When Ja’Marcus went to prison I was just giving birth to my middle son, so after that, when I knew He was going to be in there awhile, I did see a lot of Black Men and dated a whole lot. That was all before I met Da’Quan though, and I guess I was a little surprised that I didn’t get pregnant between Ja’Marcus and Da’Quan because I was with a lot of guys, like 41 or 42 of Them during those months, and yeah... They were totally and completely fucking the holy hell outta me quite a bit.

But, I didn’t get pregnant then... I just didn’t, and I don’t know why. Not all those guys used condoms, either, but many of Them did. It was just one of those times, ya know, when you start going out a lot, meeting a lot of guys, dating and trying out things. I had just had my second child and both Their fathers were in prison, and Dexter wasn’t even allowed conjugal visits for the longest time. I think He did something wrong while in there, I don’t know for sure. But, Ja’Marcus was but that wasn’t for like a year until He got that privilege, a year from when He got in. It was just me and two of my friends going out a lot and I had a little extra money to afford nannies and all, so I did go out several nights a week, but just for awhile. Usually, it was at the Black guy’s place, almost always in the beginning. Only those times when I couldn’t really go out because of the days I had to stay home with my sons did guys come over to my place. That was only a handful of guys in those months though, not often. Thinking back at that though, as you always seem to make me do by your questions... I guess that I’m fortunate to know.

Fortunate to know the fathers of my children because it might be a little important to Them when They’re older, ya know, IF They want to know. It might be hard to explain to my son that His father could be any one of several different guys. Not all the 40 something guys I had been with because They weren’t all at the same time ya know, but if I actually DID get pregnant though... back then I mean... it could have been 5 or 6 guys, or so.

But, that part just ended before I met Da’Quan and became His Bitch. I was surprised that I got pregnant only like a month or so after I met Him, and I knew He was kinda-or sorta still seeing one of His other white baby mommas, the one He was with there at the party I met Him at. I just wasn’t sure and He said that He was breaking things off with her anyway, but it was just happening at the same time I got pregnant with His child.  So, I was like “whew” I’m glad I could be Da’Quan’s Bitch because I was carrying His baby, and I knew He was the father for sure.

Do you have a tough time raising so many black children? Do they attract black men to you or not?

Sometimes, yes... I do at times. Not too many people really fully understand all the aspects of how much work it is to raise Black children and supporting Black children and your Black Man in today’s world. Sometimes, society now is so unforgiving. Keeping up with your Black children and raising Them to be proud Black Men in the world, educating Them and serving Their needs as young Black Men really is a lot of hard work, ya know. It is for any single mother, but even more so for us white mothers with Black children, sons especially. Trying to maintain some sort of relationship with Their fathers, not just as one of Their fuckholes, or anything like that, but trying to let your sons know They still have a father. My 4 yo and 3 yo’s fathers are both in prison still and I do take Them to see Their fathers, or try to, like every other month or so is sometimes difficult to do with my schedule of things. Not too many people are understanding of that. But, it’s important too, I think.

Having 3 Black sons does seem to attract a lot of attention, and I never really expected that, to be honest with you. Maybe because all 3 of my boys are darker skinned because Their fathers are all dark-skinned Black Men, and this could be why, but I’m not sure. There are a lot of white men especially that look at me and just stare and stare and stare … very few approach me and I’ve kinda gotten used to it in a way that I no longer even care that they stare because they look so defeated by the Black Man. It’s almost amusing most of the time because they know I belong to a Black Man and they think I am pretty.

But, yes. Of course it’s tough raising children. Between being a mom, work, school and being Da’Quan’s bitch, it is usually always a full day. There is day care, of course, and my job allows me to have a nannies, although one of them is just part time and occasional in case of emergencies and things. But, the other white baby mommas do work together in the community to help each other out so there really is a little bit of a support group here too. Like, I will babysit for one of Da’Quan’s 4 other white baby mommas when she has something to do, and they will babysit for me when I need extra help. We all pretty much ‘sit’ for each other like prolly 2-3 times a month, or so. And, I do see Da’Quan most every single day when He stops by, sometimes 3-4 times a day He’ll stop by, but usually at least two times, maybe 3 on weekends, or I take Him out someplace if He wants to go to a party or a club, or wherever.

I know a lot of single baby mommas share the same responsibility, so I’m not complaining or anything. Working a good job and making decent money and still getting a little government help or aid is important since Da’Quan has still been in between jobs for quite awhile now. I know how difficult it can be for a Black Man to get a job these days, and supporting your Black Man is also a very big priority for us white women, not as much as it is with supporting your Black children, but still very important, ya know. Black Men just have such a tough time getting good work and holding onto a good job because that’s the way society is, almost unfair in many ways. So, just being understanding of this and your Black Man’s needs becomes another responsibility that we have to accept, and yeah, we do accept this. Making sure Da’Quan has the things He needs to be a proud Black Man in the community, and serving Him and His needs, is only a part of raising His son too. His children from all of us should be able to see a strong Black Man when they grow up and see Him, and Him being there is really important. That’s why I work so hard to keep Him there and do what I can to keep Him happy.

As far as attracting other Black Men... yes, it does. It does a whole lot. Black Men who see all us white baby mommas with Black children seem much more confident than others when They approach us. I think it’s because They know that a Black father might not always be around with us most of the time, and also that we are also more accepting to Black Supremacy and Black Ruled relationships than other white girls. I mean, while They are still confident with all other of us white girls, the ones who have already bred Their Black children have already accepted Their lifestyle, Their Black Culture, Their views of Black Race Superiority and we are much more willing to sacrifice ourselves and our bodies for Their Black Race. Prolly because we have already, I’m sure.

Other Black Men may approach you and touch you, which is okay in the Black Community, but for the most part They’re cool about it and know if you are another Black Man’s Bitch, or belong to another Black Man or not. I mean, They won’t always be so pushy and things, like They are when you’re a single white girl with no children.

It really is a responsibility and a commitment. Earning enough is support your Black children and your Black Man is always challenging. I know some white girls will ‘hook’ for Their Black Man to make ends meet, or to provide for Him better than they are, but I haven’t had to do that. Not really. Not like someone might think. I have a good paying job and taking classes in order to be a better mom and a better bitch for Da’Quan, too. Sometimes, people don’t understand that there can be lotsa stress trying to keep your Black Man, too, ya know. Having better things gives me a better chance, I think. Not to say that I haven’t struggled before, or anything. There have been times where I have had to do things that I wouldn’t normally do during those tougher times when I didn’t get a little extra help from my mom or grandma, and when I thought I was getting my trust fund and overspent a little more at that time. And, I don’t mean all those times when Da’Quan tells me to give oral (only oral) to His friends and partners, because that’s just a normal thing. I do know that I’ve seen Him exchanging money or getting some money from His friends (some of Them, not all of Them) after I have given Them oral. It’s not out of the ordinary, or anything. I mean, I’m Da’Quan’s Bitch and since I am His Bitch, it just goes along those lines. I don’t know even how much it is, or anything. Prolly not so much and just when He needs a little extra, I’m sure. But, that’s just normal stuff. ANY white girl would do the same for their Black Man, so I’m just saying it’s not something completely out of this world.

Do you have any specific examples of this added attention?

Yeah. The only other time or times other than what I just mentioned with His friends (which isn’t really that much), it was with this older white man who lived down the street from my apartment. And, it wasn’t sex or anything – not oral or otherwise. So, not sex. But, I wouldn’t ever have sex with a white man anyway, especially one who was so much older than me like he was. But, it was kind of interesting and, in some ways, kinda ‘cute’ for lack of a better word. I guess I can tell you about that now, since I finally have a little time.

Well, like I said He was a much older man, like 58 years old I think he said he was, and he was divorced. I’m not sure if he was retired or not but I think he was, because he was always around in the middle of the day, well a lot. He seemed like such a sweet and shy older man and as innocent as a man could be, I suppose. He lived around the corner from my street which was right across the street from the park I would take my two oldest sons to. So, like two blocks away almost from my apartment. This was a little while ago.

I had just been Da’Quan’s bitch for only like 7 months or so, and I was 6 months pregnant with His baby. My two sons were like 2-1/2 and 1-1/2 and I liked to take Them there to play in the sandbox mostly. It is a really nice neighborhood just outside the Black Community, so you really didn’t see so many Black people there. Almost none at all, actually.

Well, anyway. I had my two Black babies with me in the twin stroller because it was easier to stroll Them since I was 6 months pregnant, and noticeably pregnant with my youngest. I had only been to the park like a dozen times before and I never seen this older white man before. But, this time I was with Da’Quan because it was my off day and He had called me from His school and told me to pick Him up, so I did. My babies were fussing some and taking Them to the park usually meant They would get sleepy and take a nap, so I needed to do that and Da’Quan said He’d come along.

So… I was just sitting on the park bench with Da’Quan and my boys were playing in the sandbox. Da’Quan was dressed really kinda “thug” that day, but that was not too unusual. He usually does. He had His head doo-rag over His corn row hairstyle and such, and then He said that there was “an old white dude” staring at me. He put His eyes towards the other park bench that was on the same line as our bench was, but that man was like 50 feet away, or so. Da’Quan kind of laughed and whispered to me, “Guess that old dude never seen a nigga around here before” and that made me laugh. At first, I just peeked over to see who Da’Quan was referring to... and yeah... He was a much older white man with greyish hair and really tall, maybe more than 6’ tall or a few inches over that. Well, I didn’t really think too much of it at the time, but Da’Quan would occasionally say something like, “Dude is still lookin’ at you” and stuff.

So, I suppose I started looking over to him more. Just a little more. He was so, so shy and kept looking at me but would look away, or shy away, when I looked back over in his direction. This was going on innocently for like maybe 15 minutes at the most, at first. By then, my oldest was trying to crawl out of the sandbox and Da’Quan just said “I got Him” and went over there to get Him back inside, then started playing with both of Them in the sand.

But, then I would watch Them all playing and occasionally just glance so softly over to that older white man sitting there. I think I just wanted to see if he was still there looking at me, or not. And, yeah… he was. He totally was. But, now he wasn’t really looking “AT” me, not entirely. He was looking more downward but still towards me, in my direction, ya know. I guess that’s when I realized that he was looking at my foot, or my feet!

Of all things, he was looking at my feet. I mean, really staring at them.

That day, I was just wearing my usual things, which was a short skirt which was a peach tone and a white maternity blouse and my tan flat sandals, which had darker brown leather criss-cross straps around the toes. My toes were painted a deeper crimson red that day, and I had just painted them a few days ago. I guess I got curious as to why he was staring at my feet so much like that so I just glanced down at my own feet to look at them, big belly and all.

I had my legs crossed with my left leg over my right and I have always always always had this little habit of dangling my shoes from my tippy toes, especially when wearing flimsy sandals like that. It was just a little habit I always had, I guess, but this older white man was totally mesmerized by this. Guess I realized that he was staring at my foot that was playing with the sandal at my toes. I just kept looking back at him and he didn’t even look away anymore. He just kept on with his staring at my feet and little toes, like he was in some sort of trance or something. So, I guess I sorta’ kinda’ teased him some by wiggling my toes a little extra, more than usual. It was such a little thing and so innocent, and I didn’t even think too much of it. But, yeah... I did that for like 15 minutes or so when Da’Quan finally came back and sat next to me. That older white man just started looking away, again.

But, he was still glancing back here and there for a bit longer. It didn’t bother me at all, not in the least. Like I said, I thought it was kind of funny and cute, and amusing. But, it was starting to really annoy Da’Quan. He kept making these comments about the “old dude” staring at me. I think Da’Quan thought he was looking at my boobs or something because He finally got so annoyed by him that He said something to that man. He sort of half-yelled towards him and said something like, “Hey, you... dude, come over here.” Is what He said.

I felt so, so embarrassed and I didn’t know what was gonna happen. But, that older white man just came right over and was standing before us. I know Da’Quan didn’t know that man was really staring at just my feet, but maybe I should have just told Him. I don’t know why I didn’t. Guess Da’Quan was just upset seeing a white man looking at me, I suppose.

Well, He just said to that white man, “Why don’t you get your ass out of this park now.” He told him, and I was so shocked that this older white man just answered Da’Quan by saying “Yes sir,” and turned around and left. Guess I was shocked because Da’Quan wasn’t even 16 yet at the time, and this older white man seemed so intimidated by Him. I felt so sorry for him in some ways, which kinda surprised me. Maybe because he was such an older man and all. That, and he was so embarrassed and everything, but yeah... he just left.

But, that whole thing really sparked a “bug” in Da’Quan, for some reason. I’m still not all the way sure why? He seemed disturbed, not all the way angry, but really more riled up by that older white man was looking at me, and He kept saying things about that man and really really confronting me about stuff that confused me and all.  Things like, “I guess that whiteboy has never seen a nigger’s bitch before, huh?” He said. I didn’t answer at first cus’ I guess I was just not sure why He was so upset. “Ain’t that right?” He asked me again. I wanted to tell Him that I thought that man was just looking at my foot but at that time I don’t think it would have mattered in the least. I just answered “I guess” to Him, but Da’Quan persisted with it.

“Old dude should know you is MY bitch by now…” He said, “… and, you are My white bitch, aren’t you?” He asked me, and He sounded still disturbed. So, I just answered Him the way I thought He wanted me to answer Him. I mean, I had been His bitch for just 7 months and I really didn’t know every single thing about how He wanted me to act on such things so I just said, “Yes Da’Quan of course” is what I said back. I was getting kinda nervous and my speaking voice changes when I’m nervous, it gets more quiet and such but I suppose part of me was more glad that He was referring to me as His bitch like that rather than just His fuckhole or fuckpig, or ho, or anything else like that. But, He put His hand to my face and just gently put a little squeeze on my cheeks right there in the park, and He told me to say it again. He just said, “Tell me again” and I froze a little bit not sure of what to say. But I just said, “Yes, Da’Quan I’m your bitch” and He let go of my cheeks. That’s when He said, “Address me as sir like that whiteboy just did,”  He told me. His voice was more like a stern tone then, still annoyed a little, if you know what I mean. I just said what He wanted me to say at the time, I was so nervous, so I said that, “Yes, I am your bitch sir” is what I said, and He kept on correcting me, “My white bitch” and things like that. So, I just kept saying things like that until He approved, which is when I said “Yes Sir, I’m your white bitch Sir,” and He made me repeat it that exact same way three more times just like that.

I was so embarrassed by this, but not sure why. I mean I have addressed Black guys I had been with as sir before, but nothing like this. It was like Da’Quan was just developing as a young Black Man right before my eyes and He had seen something that He liked, and just went with it, ya know. That was the day that Da’Quan started having me call Him Sir all the time.

But, anyway … we finally left the park and walked back to my apartment, and by the time we got back both my boys were so asleep and I put them to bed. Da’Quan totally fucked me so very hard and aggressively that day that I got such a headache. I had to take 2 ibruprophen aspirins cause my head was spinning so much, and I never ever take anything while I’m pregnant, ya know. But, I had to. He was so riled up about that old man, and it was like He was telling me how it was going to be from now on. But, after He was done fucking me He told me to pull out those tee shirts He knew I had “right now” He told me, so I just slipped on my panties and looked for them. I could only find 5 of the 8 tees that I had, but I think the others were in another drawer, I wasn’t sure. Da’Quan looked at them, they were the tees that had the Black Power Fist symbol on them with either the words Black Power and the symbol together, and one had the words Thug Nation on the front and back. He just told me that I wasn’t going back to that park ever unless I was wearing one of those tee shirts promoting Black Supremacy. He said that He “wanted that whiteboy to know for sure” is what He said. It really wasn’t anything too unusual, ya know, I mean I wore those shirts a lot before so no biggie, really. But, it was a biggie thing for Him, I suppose.

Later on that night, Da’Quan came by around 10 and the boys had just fallen asleep 45 minutes before. I was so tired and He had with Him 4 different tee shirts with the same theme of Black Race things on them, but these were nicer better fitting blouses (usually). I say usually because they were a little tighter for me while I was pregnant. They were white blouses with Black print, except for one which was green, gold yellow and Black colors of African design. He gave me a nice gold necklace that had a Black spade pendant, and He told me that it shows “who I belong to.” I guess I felt a little special by that, but He was really insistent on me wearing one of them every time I went to the park. He didn’t fuck me too long that night, just like 15 minutes, then He left.

But, anyway I guess I was getting off track some and I’ll get back to that older white man story thing I was telling. Since Da’Quan was so insistent on me wearing those blouses and tee shirts when I went out to the park, I did that, just like He told me to. I liked taking the boys to the park because it got Them tired and They needed Their nap, which on my days off it was Their first nap around 12:30 or 1:00 p.m., but on my working days it was getting Them tired for Their second nap time, usually right around 5:15 or 5:20 p.m. is when I would go there.

And, that older white man was there every single last time, I swear to God! Yes, I work one of my Black Power Fist blouses and the necklace Da’Quan gave to me every time, like I was told to do. Even though it seemed so much like this man could have been following me, or stalking me or something like that, for some reason I still felt safe and all. Most times when a man follows me I get scared cause I have my babies and all, mostly for Them, but I wasn’t even nervous around that older man. I’m not sure if it was because of his age, or what, but all he did was stare-stare-stare... and always stared at my feet, mostly when I was like dangling at my little tippy toes and such, so it became almost like a fun little game, ya know, innocent things. But, he was getting so affected by me now and it almost seemed like he was a million times more attracted to my little feet when I started wearing those tee shirts and blouses. He was quiet and never approached me, but it was so crazily easy to see that he was like squirming in his own seat on the park bench. So easy to tell. I so became a ‘tease’ and just kept on toying around with my sandals on my toes and feet and could feel him sighing and things, I won’t say grunting, but yeah... maybe a little. Seeing this man just looking at my feet like that and totally unaware that I was looking right at him was crazy, but sort of intriguing to me way back then. So, yes... I kept on teasing him which was like almost everyday for about two whole weeks.

Da’Quan had asked me only one time if I had seen that man again but that one day He asked me that I hadn’t seen him because I didn’t go to the park. So, technically I didn’t lie. I don’t lie to people, it just gives off bad karma and makes peeps unable to defend themselves, ya know.

Okay, well I’m sure you wanna know what happened with this older white man, so I’ll tell ya. Well, after all that I guess I owe you that much. It was like I said, two weeks later when I went to the park and, like always, that older white man was there sitting on the bench about 50 feet away to my right side. My boys were in the sandbox, and They totally love the sand, but after a little bit I went in the sand with Them. It was so super hot out that day and I just wanted to cool off my feet and toes. I just took off my sandals and walked over to the sandbox and starting milling around. When I looked up where that man usually was, he was all of the sudden gone. “Wow, he left!” I said to myself.

But, like 10 minutes later he was back there on the bench again, and he had two of these really small blue soft cooler things, which were prolly no bigger than fitting in there a six pack of water or drinks. I was just playing around in the sand barefoot and the boys wanted on the swings not so close by, so I took Them there and played on the swings for about a half hour. It was really dirty there, and my feet were still bare and dirty and even some grassy dirt on them, but when I got back to the stroller by the sandbox, that man was right there.

He was a super nice and so sweet, really humble and polite too. He offered my two boys these grape juice boxes and me some bottled water. He seemed safe and it was really really hot outside, so I accepted it from him. But, that’s when he offered the strangest thing, saying that he wanted to wash my feet for me. I guess I was only a little surprised, ya know, since I already knew he had been staring at my feet for like 2 whole weeks, but still it felt a little different. Well, he didn’t actually “say” that but he “asked” me nicely, very sweetly and nicely asked me if he could please wash my feet for me. “Wow!” I was thinking. I was still kinda pausing and stuffing, but for just a few secs when he came right out and said that he would be honored to do that for me and give me $200 if I let him wash my feet. I looked into his eyes and he just felt so ashamed for asking and his face turned super red, like as red as my toesnails were, I swear. Well, almost.

But, I just began to think about it a sec, ya know. Here was this man offering $200 dollars to wash my dirty feet for me?!  I really thought he was joking around, but he was really totally serious, and he was so embarrassed by asking that he almost cried and ran away. But, I just thought about what the extra money could do. I mean, like I said before, I had been Da’Quan’s Bitch for only about 7 months at the time this was happening – and I knew His 16th birthday would be coming up pretty soon and He’d be getting His license and all. I had already been putting away some money so I could buy Him a car, ya know, to surprise Him for His birthday. But, I was really just saving for a used car, which would have to be somewhere in the $5,000 range for a nice used car. I wanted to get Him a nicer car, but that was closer to what would be more affordable for me.

So, I just put the boys back in the sandbox after They finished Their juices, and I told that man “Okay,” that he can do that, ya know, wash my feet.

So, that’s what he did and he did that really slowly. It took like a half hour for him washing my feet with a wet wash cloth, then drying them really slowly. While he was doing this, he very very shyly talked and started opening up a little more. He started by just telling me his name, which was Richard, and said he was from England originally, like before I was even born, and then he moved here for his job. He was a retired man now and said he had been only for 2 years and he was 58 now. I just watched this older white man on his knees right before me as I sat on the park bench washing my feet like that watching my two Black babies play in the sand box so quietly. It was kinda nice, actually, and when I had to leave he just gave me $200 and said “Thank you,” then asked if he could do it again sometime soon. I was sort of amused, not knowing all his intentions and such, but I did tell him ‘yes’ he could.

Well, after that it just kept on a few more times, like 4 more times, where he’d wash and dry my feet for me while I sat on the bench watching my sons. And, yeah... he gave me $200 each of those times, too. He didn’t really say too much during those first 4/5 times, but he did start saying I was a ‘princess’ to him, and I liked that. I mean, it’s not ever something a Black Man would ever do, and I didn’t really ‘like’ it or ‘love’ it to be honest, but I was doing it for Da’Quan, ya know, for a purpose of getting Him something nice.

But, I got a little more curious after that when he was washing my feet again that next time and finished. My feet weren’t even dirty or anything, since I had just got out of the shower before going to the park, but Richard asked if he could be allowed to kiss my feet now. I asked him a little more but he was a little shy to talk so much, still. So I asked him if he had any questions for me, and he said yes he did. He just asked me if that Black boy owns me. He was referring to Da’Quan, of course. So I just answered him and said, “Yes, I’m Da’Quan’s bitch” and that’s all I said, and he seemed to get so aroused by that. “Really?” he asked, and asked if my two boys were His kids, and I told him “No, they had other black daddys,” and he liked that too. He said he was so turned on by those blouses I was wearing that were always announcing Black Power that he just “had to” approach me, he said. He said “had to” with such conviction too, if that’s the right word to use?

He then said, “They are such kings, aren’t they?” he asked me. I nearly laughed out loud when he said that, and I answered him like “Yes, I think so,” and that was all, then I told him he can kiss my feet if he’s gentle about it and all, so he did, and that man totally came in his pants while kissing on my feet and toes like that, and he didn’t even touch himself down there, or nothing, I swear.

So, now I kinda knew that he was turned on by my feet but also liked that I dated Black Men. It was the first time any white man had ever said anything like that to me at all, and it surprised me. But, he was much more into my feet I knew that., massaged them, washed them, kissed them, and he was doing this just about every single day for like 3 more weeks when he asked me ‘why’ was I letting him do this, anyway.

I told him that I was saving up to buy Da’Quan a used car and that I thought I could use the extra money to get Him a better one than I was thinking. This older white man just like stopped dead in his tracks of thinking and said “no way!” I was curious more now, but that’s when he told me that a young Black “King” like Da’Quan should never have a used car like I was saving up for. I couldn’t believe when he offered to buy a new car for Da’Quan, ya know, for me to give to Da’Quan when He got His license. Now, it was me saying “no way” I guess, but Richard was totally serious. He told me that he had put away a lot of money and would be grateful if I allowed him to purchase the car FOR me so Da’Quan could have a nice car. I didn’t think anything more of it because He wasn’t getting His license for 5 months or so, so I told this older white man that “we’ll see how it goes, ok?”

But, anyway it was like that for awhile. I was doing this for a real good reason, like I said, and Richard was still giving me like a thousand a week to kiss my feet and those other things, which I let him do.

But, he did live up to his promise. He really really did! He took me and my boys to the car store one day and a Cadillac CTS or CTZ or something like that, which was a super nice car, and it was silver color, so much better than my car. That white man paid for that car with just one cashier’s check, no car payments or anything, which I thought was impressive for sure. And, yes! Da’Quan was really happy about the car that I gave Him the day before His birthday, I just couldn’t wait, but I never told Him exactly how I got it. I just couldn’t, not at all!

But, anyway... the question was how difficult it can be. Yes, it is. But, that man Richard helped a whole lot and other ways sometimes help too. That was the only time I actually kinda ‘worked for money’ in a way, a round about way, ya know. Richard was around for about another year or so kissing on my toes and even painting my toes a lot too, and always telling me I was his ‘white princess’ and calling me that a lot. But, last fall he went back to England cause his mom was having a back surgery, and he stayed there too. He still writes to me a few times a year, but nothing too crazy, just a lot of talk and such.

Whew! I guess I’m going crazy with writing today huh? Anyway...      

Are you planning or anticipating being bred again soon?

Um, like I said before … it’s not really a planned thing for me. It’s more like a decision my Black Man, Da’Quan, will make for me, that or it will just happen like it has before. Well, I think it just happened before because I sometimes think the daddys of my two oldest sons wanted to breed me on purpose, but nothing was ever said about that, not in words. Just displaying me, almost being proud They did, like Black Men often are. Ya’ know, it’s just Their culture and ways They do things. But, do I anticipate it happening? I guess ‘yes’ I do.

I mean, Da’Quan does fuck me a whole lot, sometimes more than I feel I can handle on some days, hard to explain. But, being one of His white bitches instead of just one of His fuckholes, I can see that happening pretty soon. Right now, He pulls out a lot more and almost all the time, and puts His seed on me, most of the time on my face and in my hair, but not every single time. I think when He decides to breed me again, He will prolly not pull out as much, and it feels very different when He stays in me and cums inside me. Da’Quan cums a whole lot, and He is a very virile Black Man, so it’s prolly a foregone conclusion that He will knock me up when He makes that decision to do so. I just kinda hope He does sometime soon cause I don’t want Him to start thinking that I’m not able to provide another child for Him and the Black Race, that’s all. But, I can’t really say anything to Him about that. It’s not a topic of conversation, not ever.

How does it feel for you, as a white woman, to be giving birth to a black baby? As in, what are your thoughts and sensations before, during, and after the event?

Well, kind of a tough question to answer because I haven’t ever given birth to a white baby or been with a white man, so it’s not really a comparison of anything. But, in general, I guess I can honestly say that there really is a sensation, to use your word, in giving birth to a Black baby for the purpose of Black Supremacy and providing a Black Man with an offspring for the future. I guess like all of us white women bearing children for Black Men, there is a feeling of total sacrifice that we are giving to Them and to the empowerment of Black Men. They are such powerful, powerful and virile Men and They deserve the respect we give to Them, and giving up our white lineage for the purpose of serving the Black Race feels more like we are giving our wombs to a Black God, just to use that analogy.

Like I mentioned another time, it’s for that purpose and for what Black Men say is showing a sign of defeating you white men and the white race. Before it happens, it feels just like you are being used for Their purpose and gratification, which is accepted by us white women, but during the pregnancy after we know and ‘feel’ a Black Man’s strength inside us every single day, it feels as if we are carrying a precious thing for a noble cause, which Black Racial Supremacy is the noble cause. After it’s over and I have finally given birth, it feels like a relief that I have kinda like done my job, and I have provided a healthy Black baby for my Black Man and the Black Race.

I suppose it’s sort of like giving Them the ultimate sacrifice to have Their children, and being successful in doing that. I constantly do all the right healthy things to make sure my Black Man’s child is born healthy and strong, and hope that my Black Man will continue to be around and allow me to still be His bitch after the event. I know the doctor says I can’t have sex for like 6 weeks after giving birth, so I will have to do a lot of oral. Pleasing Black Men by producing a child is usually what us white girls worry about the most, so when it happens and all is good, then it feels like we did something noble and good for Black Men, that’s all.

Would you ever consider having a white baby? Any other race than black? Why or why not?

Oh, no! I wouldn’t. I couldn’t, really. Not me. I do know some white women who have had white children and daughters, especially, and for the purpose of giving Black Men another white women for the future. But, at this point in my life, I will only have Black children for Black Men and the Black Race. I suppose I do not believe that the white race will be around as long as the Black race will be, although I did read that the white race still outnumbers Black people by a whole lot, like 15 to 1 or something like that. But, the Black Race is really still defeating the vast majority white race of people in so, so many ways that it’s easy to see who will be the Ruling class in the future, and really soon too. Having a white child would almost be a disgrace for my Black Superiors at this stage, and I serve the Black Race. I always will, like most all us white girls who have already had Black children. It just wouldn’t be acceptable in the community, and such. Besides, it’s not really my decision anymore. The only way I would have a white child is IF Da’Quan, or the Black Man I was with at the time, told me to do so. Then, I would do that but only through like an insemination thing and not having sexual intercourse with a white man. My body is white, of course, but it really is for the Black Race. It is Black-Owned, to use that term I hear so much now.

How many children are you willing to have from Black men then?

I guess as many as They would like me to, provided I can still support Them and all that. Unless I was to do that for another couple or woman who can’t have children, ya know, like if I were to give up a child and all. But, there are a lot of us white girls in the community that have had anywhere between 4 and 6 Black children, so that’s not too uncommon. It’s hard to place a number on that, but if They wanted me to have 6 or 8 Black children for Them I would do it in a heartbeat. Providing Black sons and Black warriors for The Black N.W.O. isn’t such a bad thing, N.W.O. meaning New World Order. I just know that it’s not a bad thing, but I still want to keep my body as good as I can and it gets harder and harder to do that every time you have a baby. Not too many men really understand that and all. But, now after having 3 babies for the Black Race I have to work so much harder to stay in shape, keep my body in shape for my Black Man, and for Black Men if He decides to leave. I just know that if you don’t stay in some pretty good shape, your Black Man will leave you for other girls who are in better shape, and there really ARE so many other white girls ready to take your place with your Black Man these days that it becomes more a duty to please your Man. Still, if that happens then I guess it happens. Other white women have told me that if I’m going to have more Black babies then do it while I’m still young because it’s easier to recover, so they say I am fortunate to still be so young.

Some white women who are still having Black babies in their 30’s or late 30’s say that their bodies don’t always recover totally. I mean, they’re still a Black Man’s Bitch and all, but it’s not the same as it was once before. I guess they still all accept it as an honor to have a Black Man’s child, so there is a form of comfort there in knowing that your body has been used up, but it has been used up by the Black Race of Men, and that makes it much, much more easy to accept that (if that happens).

I will prolly have as many babies as Da’Quan wants me to and now that He has graduated I was thinking about proposing to Him later this summer and, or asking Him to move into my place, or my new place if I get that. I think He would prefer that since He still lives at home with His mom and sis. It’s just different in the Black Community, ya know. Mostly all the time a white woman proposes to her Black Man in the hopes He will stay around. Understanding a Black Man’s culture is pretty important and His needs to breed you should be every white woman’s first priority, and it is. It really is.

Do you feel sexier when you are fucking a black man unprotected who wants to breed you, or being pregnant from a black man?

Hmmm, interesting question but a good one. Sexier…? I guess that is true in many ways. I feel more like I am giving something “more” back to the Black Man, a whole lot “more,” and that I am fulfilling His purposes when I am unprotected and fertile, especially. And, yeah... His purpose, or some of it, is really what They say so much, which is ‘showing strength’ and ‘virility’ over you white men, ya know, defeating you white men by taking away another womb for whites to populate more. Well, that’s what I hear a lot of times from Black guys. Part of Their purpose is almost always to defeat you white men, show sexual superiority and diminishing our white race. It’s hard to explain, but for us white women, or at least most of us, I would say there is something sexier about how such a vastly minority race like the Black Race wants to defeat and humiliate you white guys, and They do this so, so often anyway, in a lot of things. So, I guess it is Their purpose, or one of Their purposes, which we find ‘sexy’ in many ways, prolly because you white men just always seem to ‘bow’ down and let Black Men walk all over you and everything. For Them, They say the word “conquest” a ton of times, so I suppose that is a real item of pleasure for Black Men. They just know They are superior to whites in most every way, and They are strong enough to do what They want, anyway, so this becomes sexier for me. It is much different when a Black Man is fucking me for a real purpose rather than just fucking me for ‘only’ His pleasure as a Black Man.

Would you ever consider going unprotected to an all-black gangbang?

If Da’Quan wanted me to do that for Him, yes I would. There are some girls that told me their Man wanted this, but I don’t think Da’Quan would ever tell me to do that. I suppose if makes your Man happy, then you’ll do it for Him more than for yourself. Guess it also depends on how many Black guys are there, too. I would be a little scared getting too torn up and things, but for now the closest thing I have done to that was... well, you know. With Da’Quan and some of His friends. I’ve done oral to more than 5 before, but just a few times.

Do you plan on encouraging your boys (once they are of age of course) to pursue black girls or white girls? Or do you plan leaving that subject up to them?

Well, as They will be Black Men the decision will be entirely up to Them.  But, at times I think They are already learning how much more us white women can and will do for Them, rather than Black Girls. I think They will see that, but that doesn’t mean anything yet. If I had to choose for Them, I would say us white women should date Them, but like I said I have no choice in the matter.

Do you want any daughters? Why or why not? Same question as above for them.

Yes, I think I would like that. Maybe because I have already had 3 Black boys, and I think a girl would be nice to have a difference in the purpose of the Black race from a woman’s side too.  Something I can provide for my Black Man. Just knowing that she might grow up and be a supporter of Black Men feels like it would be worth it. In all, it doesn’t matter to me but Black Men all want at least 1 son. Biracial-Black women are the most beautiful women in the entire world though, and it’s what I think and a lot of other people think that too.

In general, do you support the ‘opposite’ black breeding – as in, black women being bred by white men for furthering the black race? Why or why not?

I would support that, sure. But, only for that purpose and it really should always be the Black Woman’s decision to allow a white man’s seed inside Her. Furthering the Black Race is important, so that’s why I say I support this for this reason... but, since Black Racial Supremacy and Black Racial Dominance over our majority white race is really already here, it has to be with this same intent. Some Black Men feel that you white guys should do a lot more of sperm donations for both us white women and for black women, for different reasons though. I guess Black guys say They want to diminish our white race for sure, which I can totally understand why, but more so They are a zillion times more interested in diminishing you white men, I suppose because They like us around and all. For a Black woman though, it gives Her an option too.

For white women in general, how many children from black fathers do you believe they should have? How many would you encourage them to have and why?

Wow! I’m not totally sure how to answer this? … For the MOST part, I suppose that it would depend on your situation and things, ya know, how your situation is. It’s often pretty expensive, or can be, just to be able to provide for your Black children and your Black Man like that. You have to be able to take care of Them and Their needs, as well as your Black Man’s to some extent. And, it depends a lot on whether or not you’re his bitch yet, or not. I mean, you can’t just assume you are the Black father or fathers’ bitch or going to be Their bitch when you’re just really only Their fuckhole or fuckpig so far. Ya’ know, you can’t just ‘say’ that because that could be embarrassing. I swear, that happened to this one girl at this one yard party the summer before last, and I felt so bad for her.

She was a new girl I hadn’t seen her before at any of the parties and I think she was relatively new to dating Black guys, anyway. But, like I said once before our Black Men usually don’t like us talking to one another so much, sometimes not at all, but there are times when it seems more okay, like it was at this yard party. It was this guy Dedrick’s birthday party and everyone just watched Him do the candles on the grilled steak thing. That’s kinda common now. But, after that we were all just sorta milling around and there were 5 of us just standing close by to our Men who were having Coronas. They were just about a few feet away from us girls and we all wanted to know who she was and, ya know, who she belonged to and such. Well, I Mandy introduced herself first and did the usual, “I’m Mandy & I’m Tyrell’s bitch” she said to her, and then I told her I was Stacey and Da’Quan’s bitch, and then the other 2 girls did they same and told this new girl their names and who’s bitch they were, ya know, just who they belonged to. Just normal routine stuff. Just introducing ourselves. Well, this girl told us her name was Trish, but then she just came out and said that she was Jair’s bitch – and all our guys were standing so close by They overheard that. Jair just leaned in and didn’t look so happy at all, and said something like “Naw, she ain’t my bitch.. she’s just a …(blank) and (blank)” He said, ya know, something He said in a non chalant way, but it really did upset her, that girl Trish. It would upset me too if my Man ever said that to me. Trish just got all red and started crying and ran over by the cars parked out by the street. Jair wasn’t about to go after her, no way. He wasn’t happy with her for saying she was His bitch when she really wasn’t. he just basically called her out on that, ya know, saying she wasn’t anything more than like a ‘cum dump’ to Him, but He used worse words in my opinion.

So, Mandy and I went to go get her and calm her down. She just didn’t know since she was new to the community, and she was so pretty too. We just told her you can’t just say you’re a guys’ bitch when He hasn’t told you that, but I think Jair was a little harsh on her. He didn’t have to say those things like that. But, we didn’t see her after that party although Jair said He was seeing her all that summer. We were all so embarrassed for her.

Anyway, like I said ... it depends on a lot of those things, whether you are “with” a Black Man, or you’re just with Black Men. If I had to say a number, I would say 4 Black babies any of us white girls should be able to be bred with and still be able to take care of Them properly, and take care of your Black Man, or Men as well.

It’s really a big, big and important responsibilty to provide for the Black Race and for your Black Man too at the same time, if you are with a certain BlackMan, that is. I think any white girl in the same situation knows that and what they can handle. Some of us who have 3 or 4 Black children bred to us by Black Men know this is more of a noble cause and that we are there for Their purposes, like I said before. I think many of us can handle 3 or 4 children, so that should be the minimum I would say. I mean, there are government aide things that do help us out so, so much for those girls that have 5, 6 or 7 Black babies or more, and I suppose that many girls do keep the first 2-3 Black babies they have and then will adopt The next ones out, so They can go to more well to do families, which really does happen quite a bit.

So, in general I would say that we, as white women, should feel more encouraged by breeding around 4 children for the Black Race at least, and the reason and the purpose for the Advancement of the Black Race and Black Racial Supremacy really are just one of the reasons, a small part. I mean, there so, so, so many more white people in the entire world in all countries than there are Black people, like I said before in America maybe 15 to 1 .. but, the entire world? Geez! There are like 25 or something white people for every 1 Black person, especially you white men. And, I know I read somewhere some of you white men saying stuff, or writing stuff like Black Men are like already beatin’ y’all and defeating you so easily in everything already, and in such a totally lopsided way and all, so those people writing are saying that ‘why’ would you want more Blacks when Black Men are beating us now? Well, that’s true, for sure, but that doesn’t really mean too much. I guess it doesn’t matter is what I mean to say, since it’s like They have already been defeating the white race for a long time now.

Just giving back to a Black Man something He can cherish, and for His purpose and for His Birthright as a Black Man is more fulfilling than thinking about how badly Black guys are beating y’all up, ya know. It’s not at all the first thing on our minds. Not even. We just think more about providing for the Black Race. Helping Them secure a better future for Black Societal things, and sacrificing something of ourselves for Their reason, making it a little more even.

I guess because there are so many more, or too many white people I wish I could say that every white woman should have 10 Black children for the Black Race, but I know that’s not the most practical thing. I think 4 is practical, 5 or 6 are pretty good too, which is prolly where I will be, maybe around 6 Black children. There are only about a few dozen white women in the communities nearby that have had more than 6 Black children, and I know things for them can be a little hard on them sometimes.

How does your choice to have only black babies further your goals for a black-dominated world? How would you further this goal with all white women and men if you could in terms of breeding?

I don’t think I can answer all of this, but I will try to, okay?

First of all, they are “not even” and “in no way” my goals to have a Black-Dominated World … it “is” and always “will be” THEIR goals... the goals of  BLACK MEN and THE BLACK RACE to Dominate the white race … and, yeah .. They are winning, and They are winning by a lot too … a whole lot! … I am just “Theirs” now and a supporter of all Their causes, just like several millions of other white women are around the world, and some white men too I suppose.

What I mean is,  I am there ‘for” Them and Their birth rights as Leaders and Rulers of what others are calling The Black N.W.O., or New World Order, which is more like a new social order of things in the world. Black Dominated World, as you said, pretty much already exists now is what I think. It doesn’t matter so much that white men have such a tremendous advantage and totally outnumber Black Men by so much more right now … because Black Men are dominating white men in so many ways already, like sports and music and politics stuff and television and movies and, well, so many other parts of life too – and They are so totally rubbing it all in the noses and faces of all white men by taking us too that I don’t think any logical person can honestly say that the Black Man isn’t already 100% defeating you white men. How can anyone say that, really?

It’s part of the reason that attracted me to Black Men in the first place, when I was a lot younger. Just seeing how easily white men just let Black guys walk all over them like that, like it showed so many of us white girls what ‘masculinity’ was, and what a real Man should be like. But, yes. I serve this purpose and Their purpose, and do what I can to show my respect to Them. It is more sexual attraction, but it’s not ALL just sexual attraction because white men have been kinda like the bigger bullies of the world for a long time. Seeing how such a vastly minority race like the Black Race rising up and beating up on the much bigger bully white race, and by so much too, just really tells a whole lot about our white race I think. Being there FOR Them is important for us white women, whether it’s physically, emotionally, financially, or any and all other ways. But, it is the physical part superior Black Men want from us women first and foremost, and I already told you lots of the reasons why – the main one I guess would be to keep beating up on white men’s egos and their fake white pride.

But, now that I’ve said all that... yes, my choice to only be with BLACK Men and have BLACK babies just promotes Their goals and Their decision to take over right now. My choices are just to support Black Supremacy, Black Superiority, Black Cock Sexual Domination, The Black N.W.O. as it relates to the full subjugation and submission of the white race. I guess to be chosen too, ya know, chosen BY Them, has something to do with it too. I mostly feel like They have really chosen “me” to breed for Them, and that was so much more of an enlightenment than when I was just one of Their white fuckholes, which is a term that They use, not my term at all. I know They will continue to use me for this too, because I think They will see (and have seen) that I have been a very good supporter and servant for Their Black Race, and I want my life to have a special meaning for Their noble causes. I know that so many of us will get used by Them and then get tossed out and away, and if that happens I will just have to accept that it was on Their terms, but I don’t think that will happen to me because I am doing more things, like with my education and all.  I am raising fine young Black Men in the world, which is not so easy, and I am supportive of the advancement of My Black Man, Da’Quan, and I will be for as long as He wants me. I am supportive of Black Arts, Black Coalitions and Black Owned Businesses and Organizations as well. And, just learning more and more about the Black Cultural and Their plight in the world once before sort of makes it more clear as to who my devotion should go to. I guess I believe in Black Reparations.,, but I’m not at all sure how that would work.

If I had my way and it was my decision, which it isn’t and it never will be, I guess me becoming a teacher would be best suited to help Their goals. I don’t think white men should breed with other white women anymore, but just produce donations so the science people can accept and approve only the white female offspring, which they can determine which it would be. I know Black Men can do this too, ya know, give samples but They really shouldn’t because a big part of Their dominant nature is the physical taking of us white women, our wombs to breed for Them and Their Black Race. I don’t think this totally natural and raw instinct Black Men have should be taken away, and I am sure it won’t be. So, that’s prolly how I would see this going this way.

Black Men have already had so much strife before and giving back to Them is the best thing to do. I told you in another question about that older white man named Richard, and when Da’Quan started to make me call Him Sir around that time, or at the time I mean to say. Back then, I guess I was culture shocked by this because of the extent He took it and all, but He was teaching me something more I can see this now. He has never let up on this and now it’s been years, and every day and everywhere, and every time He still makes me address Him as Sir. Not a day goes by when I don’t do that, by phone or in person, no matter where we are. There are a lot of girls with Black Men that do the same, I am not any different. Just back then I was a little bit nervous about it, ya know, because He is younger than I am. But, now I understand it better and it is just so routine and natural to do. I think He deserves that respect, and all Black Men deserve that same kind of respect. White men seem afraid to give it to Them, but we girls don’t really mind at all, why would we? It is Their nature and Their culture, and respecting the Black Race by breeding for Them is what “They” want, and what “They” choose for us. I am just supporting this new social order and serving Their cause, and these goals for Black Supremacy, that’s all.  

What is your favorite part of being pregnant?

My favorite part would be knowing I am carrying a Black child for a Black Man, and then finally giving birth to Him or Her. Being a white mom is very obviously Black children is difficult at times, but the favorite part just has to be seeing those expressions on the faces of you white men, so sad and defeated!

lol … Okay, I’m just kidding a little with you. It really is raising Them to be strong Black Men in the community, and knowing They will be the future, the Leaders and the Rulers of The Black New World Social Order that’s not too far away.

4 comments:

  1. Do you approve of white couples giving birth to black babies?

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  2. Whoever wrote this is the most hateful and racist POS ever and proof positive that ni99ers and their white whores belong in hell!!!

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  3. The world viewed by white whores and liberals, white countries with roads,infrastructure,modern buildings,arts,entertainment,productive agriculture,violent crime almost unheard of = Bigoted,Hateful,Backwards.Ni99er countries with rampant crime,murders,rapes,small stinky shacks and huts for homes,excrement running down the walk paths=A progressive society free of Hate.If left up to white whores the world will be a third world sh!thole. And yet your noble salt of the earth black terd baboons beez so superior to YT? Once you go black real YT's will never want you back!!! Yep lots of YT coalburners out there and Love hearing all the stories of them being slaughtered by their belobed groids that go along with it!!!

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  4. Whoever wrote this is the most hateful and racist POS ever and proof positive that ni99ers and their white whores belong in hell!!!

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