The subject of raceplay raises a lot of questions and eyebrows. It seems everyone here has had some experience with it, good or bad. I'm curious to hear your stories.
My own experience (many years ago) caught me quite off-guard. I was in my 20s, and had been seeing an older black man for a bit. He was charming and classy and went out of his way to make me feel comfortable under any circumstances. Whether it meant he was walking on the outside part of the sidewalk, or draping his overcoat on me in a room where the A/C was blasting. Sex with him was fantastic. He had rhythm, stamina and a sixth sense for being able to read my body and what it needed in the moment. One fateful night, he started to incorporate the the clear differences of our skin tone in his dirty talk. And that quickly escalated to him prompting me to use the n-word. I was flummoxed! I was taught my whole life that it was an ugly, hateful word - never to be uttered by my privileged white lips. But he insisted, as long as I knew that it was only for these intense moments of deep, carnal fucking. Reluctant at first, I eventually complied. After some getting used to, and a LOT of his guidance for how that word was to be used, we came to an understanding. He explained that to hear the descendant of (most likely) racist white men use it, not in a derogatory or insulting way, but in a fashion that praised him for what only black men are able to provide; that it was his way of reclaiming the word from it's ugly origins.
I will never understand what it's like to be black, especially in America with all the history of racism and inequality we have. But for a brief moment in my 20s, a man nearly 20 years my senior, convinced me this experience was a meager form of reparation on my part - despite my own enjoyment.
Thoughts? Comments? Stories? Do you think raceplay is wrong? Should we be allowed to enjoy it?
My own experience (many years ago) caught me quite off-guard. I was in my 20s, and had been seeing an older black man for a bit. He was charming and classy and went out of his way to make me feel comfortable under any circumstances. Whether it meant he was walking on the outside part of the sidewalk, or draping his overcoat on me in a room where the A/C was blasting. Sex with him was fantastic. He had rhythm, stamina and a sixth sense for being able to read my body and what it needed in the moment. One fateful night, he started to incorporate the the clear differences of our skin tone in his dirty talk. And that quickly escalated to him prompting me to use the n-word. I was flummoxed! I was taught my whole life that it was an ugly, hateful word - never to be uttered by my privileged white lips. But he insisted, as long as I knew that it was only for these intense moments of deep, carnal fucking. Reluctant at first, I eventually complied. After some getting used to, and a LOT of his guidance for how that word was to be used, we came to an understanding. He explained that to hear the descendant of (most likely) racist white men use it, not in a derogatory or insulting way, but in a fashion that praised him for what only black men are able to provide; that it was his way of reclaiming the word from it's ugly origins.
I will never understand what it's like to be black, especially in America with all the history of racism and inequality we have. But for a brief moment in my 20s, a man nearly 20 years my senior, convinced me this experience was a meager form of reparation on my part - despite my own enjoyment.
Thoughts? Comments? Stories? Do you think raceplay is wrong? Should we be allowed to enjoy it?
