“Why, you racist bastard….”
I remember the first time I experienced sexual racism masked as “preference” . It was after sending a picture of my face to another person on the internet. He immediately told me, “I don’t like black guys, sorry,” and then signed off. And ever since, I have received a version of those words more times than I’d care to count.
From my own experience, being told my skin color disqualifies me from being attractive is sometimes the most hurtful rejection – or it’s at least the one that I can’t seem to shake. It’s a feeling akin to being looked over at a meat counter; it leaves me stunned that my skin can so quickly repel a person who didn’t even get to know me at all. My mind quickly translates race-based rejection into Your body isn’t worth loving.
So, we now have the incredible sight of someone who would scorn the idea that you can be ‘cured’ of being gay, because homosexual preferences are innate, demanding that you fancy someone you aren’t hard-wired to fancy, because WAYCISM!
The stock response to someone questioning race-based dating tends to be “it’s just a preference”. It’s not a “preference”; it’s undoubtedly something the person using the phrase hasn’t tried.
Every time I think identity politics has eaten itself, I manage to find someone about to take yet another bite…