Beyonce ain't shit. she's extreme overrated.
Im black and white and my baby is very pale white with a ginger hair, her father is white with a ginger hair. My mom is a ginger, and all of her two sisters and so does my grandmother. But everytime I go outside people are always fascinated to see a mother with a very pale white baby. My friend told me because its more common to see a white mother with a black baby not the other way around. But oh well I guess Ill just have to get used to the stares. And ginger runs in my family. Although it was weird her older sister is black like me but she have a darker shade of brown than me like her grandfather. Genetics really is weird.
it was funny that my nephew, in his footy grand-final, thrown 16 punches against 4 opponents in one fight before his teammates resistant him. pretty sure that his team got one rule for fights. that is to stop him immediately
My friend has been ignoring my texts for months... I finally texted him today, one last time, to ask if I did something wrong. He finally responded... He got a new phone and didn't know who was texting him for months. It's so funny, but at the same time, why didn't he just ask who it was omg I've been stressing over nothing!
When our hands brushed, it felt like new life had been breathed into me, like a jolt of electricity rushed through my body. I wish I could touch you more than just accidental brushes and clumsy stumbles. I wish I could hold your hand. I wish I could hug you and hide my face in your neck. I wish I could give you little kisses, and long ones. Loving you would be so easy... I wish I had a chance.
The first relationship I was in, i was 14. I lost my virginity (16)to him. I always saw sex as okay. But after i broke up with him, i became very, dont how to explain this but scared and hesitant of the touch of him or any male. To believe i was gay after a while of being single. But i shortly went back to men. This is the fucked up part - 17 years old, i met with my first sugar daddy, 30 years older than me. I lied to him about my age for some stupid reason, i thought, hmm i wonder what i can get out of this. I have the constant thought of being an object or just for pleasure by him. After telling the truth of my age, he proceeded to have sex with me in a stairwell. I thought wow, im so scandalous with this middle aged man: i dont want anyone to know. I continued to see him, he was giving me money, i was very intrigued, i dont have much money so it helped. But as i was bent over in the stairwell my legs were shaking. This man was so intimidating. I think it was a guy i had met with only two times, really made me anxious. Im finally 18, but he could still sense i was scared, we proceeded to the hotel room anyways. That afternoon was bizarre, it was fun, but this experimental side of me made me anxious. We did everything and it was better than my first time. But i felt like it was just him, so intimidating. He choked me with his belt, i almost passed out. I dont know why and how we proceeded to that. I feel as though a mental toll has been taken on me from this experience and i dont know how to keep it together. I dont want to tell people i know this story. Its so fucked up and disgusting, i have a safety plan at school and everything. But they dont know this, this is the main reason why i want to die. So no one can know this gross story. Ive recently decided that i want to stop seeing him, that i am mentally not okay to continue as a sugar baby. My sugar daddy shouldnt need my emotional baggage, but I was never going to tell him in the first place.
my name is Rob and I am a 41 year old ex racist. I am a black man who grew up in a majority black area and I didn't have the most clean cut relationships with the white men and women I did come to terms with. I was convinced that they were evil and had no sense of remorse for those who we're not of my decent, I hated the police and had heard many stories, had racial slurs spit my way on multiple occasions and I was a huge follower of Malcolm x and his white devil testimonials. i was openly racist and eventually came to express this more and more as times flew by, I was apposing to any white authority and avoided conversation with them if I could. racism consumed my mind, I couldn't even except mixed people and had gotten into many altercations with em in the past. knew exactly 1 white person that I would occasionally see to get weed off of she was young but haggish she was a dealer and a huge addict with very low standards and sense of respect for herself. her name was Chris, haggish and yes she was a very sad sad women but she was also very very racist and open about it as I. I was maybe 17 at the time when I started getting drugs off her, she was known by many around the way and for many even tho she was racist, she was the safest to get a bag off of and was willing to sell for she didn't have much a choice. she never knew but i would always throw eggs at her window and I smashed her mail box once with a bat, I use to steal off her and pull all sorts of dirty tricks on her when she was vulnerable. I had 2 children at 23, a girl and a boy, Juliana and Nathan, beautiful babies indeed but there was a problem with the relations I had with my wife that really conflicted our living situation. she hated the fact that I was racist and openly racist as well, she told me that if I didn't change my way of thinking that she was leaving. I was positive she was bluffing until more and more it became a reality, she started to distance herself from me. by the time I was hitting 24 I had moved a bit of ways away from my home town with my wife to a majority white area to do a bit of self reflection when I heard that Chris had past away from overdose I was told leaving a month old baby behind.. Chris was only 27 at the time of her passing and nobody attended her funeral, I was the only one who showed recognition of her passing. a few months after she'd deceased I decided to take up the possibility of caring for the young child she left behind, yes white with very bright orangish like hair er red. I felt that I needed to and it would be a moment in my life that would start a new chapter for me as a person. i knew that it was gonna be hard and I was convinced that I understood what the responsibility I was taking by adopting a child let alone one of different heritage into my family but I was also convinced that I was the best offer for the little child being white in the position she was going to end up being in merely because of her location at the time. I took her and adopted her and I most certainly raised her with my best efforts and intentions to make her feel as beloved as one of my blood and most importantly to be a successful white women in society with loving traits to show the world as a result. it sure has been an interesting ride living in a family of all sorts of color, I am happy that she was the one to show me that we are all very similar in ways I wouldn't have been able to see i didn't have her in my life, 17 she is 17 and she's striving right next to her brother and sister. Anna I am proud of the young woman you've become and I have been greatly blessed to be able to have raised you as my own, I will always love you with every part of my heart no matter what your father Robert.
Two years had passed but the memories still haunts me.
I'm actually here to read comments about depression and prpblems and read theres and how it applies to my life. Just always reminds me that my life is not worse than anyone else and/or else I'm not alone experiencing the same struggle.
Ugh, communicating was already hard for me in my native language but since we moved to the UK it only made it worse. I suffer from social anxiety and its really hard to communicate with people. Especially in English and I don't understand people's accents (I can write in English tho but speaking and listening is difficult). Last week we ordered groceries online and my boyfriend has to work so I have to open the door and though I am really scared and nervous to communicate with the delivery guy I always do it. I open the door every week and thank the man for the groceries, even though I am really scared to do so. Okay, well. This one time my boyfriend decided to order from a different supermarket than we normally do and I was okay with that. So the groceries came and I opened the door and the guy asked me where I would like to have the groceries. I answered his question and we started to unload. Then he asked another question and I didn't understand him. And he got mad at me for not understanding his question! Then he finished unloading and he left, saying 'unbelievable' and not even saying goodbye. I didn't even had time to thank him for the groceries as I just stood there in shock. I really didn't know what to do. I was so scared and upset. I didn't even sign for the groceries. I closed the door and cried till my boyfriend got home. This is why I always want to avoid opening the door. I even asked my boyfriend to let it deliver on Saturdays next time so he's home to open the door. I don't want to do it anymore. I'm just so scared and that one situation only made it worse. I just want to cry when I think about it.