In my view, everyone has some percentage of bigotry in them. We're flawed that way, and the rest is societal programming.
But I think it's a tad ignorant to deny or ignore an underlying layer of racism permeating the fetish of interracial sex within the lifestyle. It's here, and it's real. That's why it's still considered taboo after all. This is especially true here in America, based on this hypocritical nation's horrifying history between whites and blacks. It's often the case during kinky sex play that a black man will insist on the white female calling him a n!gger. I've done it myself, and once she caved in and said it, it spiked my arousal as I fucked her even harder. The black bull/cuckold fetish is founded on racism. It's obvious in the power exchange. And how often have you heard the term "Jungle Fever" used to refer to white women who prefer to have sex with black men? Have you ever attended a swing party where they promoted monthly events called "Mandingo Parties?" Come on, s0n.
The Norwegian lady who originated this topic thread appears to be a very beautiful young woman. I confess she arouses me mightily. And the prospect of fucking her is exciting despite and in acceptance of any racist views she may hold. Sex is just sex within the lifestyle, lacking in serious emotion. I feel I am secure and mature enough to have an honest discussion with that Norwegian beauty, put that on pause while we go to bed for several hours of passionate, nasty fucking, before we resume the discussion in the aftermath.
Years ago, I visited the home of another white couple of means, and their house was modeled after the Tara plantation in the 1939 film GONE WITH THE WIND. They were a very friendly couple, but the only other house guest they had that night was another black guy. The husband joked about a 1960s keepsake he prized, a sign hanging above their downstairs bathroom which read, "Whites Only." I got the impression that this couple, or at least the husband, got off on race play scenarios in their sexual encounters. I was less offended than fascinated. On the swinger site where I found them, I flirted by complimenting the lovely Mrs on a photo of her standing naked in the ocean surf, her back turned to the camera, the water coming up to obscure the bottom third of her tanned, curvy buttocks. My candid flirtations included suggestive comments in open reference to her sexy body, focusing on that magnificent ass. In light of the atmosphere I encountered in their lavish home, once we all adjourned to get naked in their upstairs bedroom, I took special delight in violently fucking that man's wife straight up her ass. It was gloriously kinky because of the underlying racism. The scenario was never overtly addressed. It was all in the implications. Nevertheless, the impression I got was that "Massa" had selected his two best field n!ggers to entertain him by coming into the plantation house that evening to service his horny white wife. Now, I could have taken offense, and we could have gotten into a fight about ( which only would have evoked a series of innocent and vehement denials ). But I won't lie and say that it wasn't a twisted turn-on. The wife very graciously led me to the luxurious bathroom adjoining their master bedroom. After using the walk-in shower, I returned to find the other black guy in bed, fucking the wife in Missionary. The kinky scene got my dick hard again, so I approached while openly touching myself. When she caught sight of me, she instantly disengaged from the other brutha, and pivoted around on her bottom to spread her legs for me. Without a word, I climbed on top to raw-fuck her again as her husband sat back and watched me do it. In the span of a couple hours that night, I fucked that woman twice, cumming once up her asshole, and once in her pussy. In both cases, I may have been in the dominant position sexually, but she was in complete control by her verbal instructions. As I rolled with that, I was so turned on, I pumped her full of enough sperm to have sired a whole tribe of new slaves for them on that plantation. And this was directly attributable to the racist scenario as much as to the allure of that bossy white wife. And if I got an invitation to do it again, my answer would be, "Yassa, Massa! Ah's a-comin' right away!"
So, frankly, Scarlet, I didn't give a damn. Party on.