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Cake day: May 2nd, 2026

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  • You have a semi-unique situation and circumstances. Ideally, you and your spouse are starting a new family from scratch. I love my family. I come from a family that invests into one another. When one steps, most of us steps in that direction as well. We have a touch of the American individual–Independence scattered throughout but it’s helpful with questions like the one I have presented. I was once married to a Mexican, whom I met and loved her in America. Her roots are in Mexico and her mother “hated” Black people. Her father was a man of honor and decent judgements. I was not his first son-in-law. When I stood my ground and stopped paying my then mother-in-law attention, she desired more of my attention for good and laughed a good laugh when I came around. Sooner than later the in laws had Black friends of their own.

    I’m not on a mission to save or change the world, nothing like that. I am just happy my family is understanding and not racist. We’re loving and compassionate towards our community and neighbors. However, we or some of us do occasionally use the spooky myth of being the black boogeyman to scare crazy people off. 😜

    Take care. Best of luck to your family.








  • I am sorry, I can’t. I’m not a woman. What I can offer is this, they are not all the same. I have dated Black women that went to college, church; job and no job; weed smoker and non weed smoking…and the black women still want to hit me. Just try not to piss them off, I suppose. I personally love a woman that can and doesn’t mind throwing hands. Be in the gym or defending her self if need be. However, if any woman raises her hand toward me I’m out.

    I think a lot of movies and bad parenting or lack of parenting are the vectors as to why women feel its okay for them to assault a male and think it’s okay and not against the law. I don’t. I also dont think a male is a man if he raises his hand to a woman; without a righteous cause in the purest of action. I know we dont live in a perfect world and thus there are no perfect women nor men. So, I excuse her throwing stuff at me or slapping my chest with tears in her eye’s. If I did something wrong, talk about it and if I cross the boundary again, I dont respect you and you should leave me. As if and when she crosses that boundary, I’m leaving her.

    I vented.