earlier than I'd like to admit, let's just say in high school... It was a very addictive relationship with a black guy a couple years older than me. He had me so utterly vulnerable and hopelessly obsessed... It fucked me up (no pun intended) in all aspects of my life. My ability to be content, my relationships with not only my white boyfriend, but even friendships suffered as a result of our wild behavior. I experienced such an unworldly high that I truly turned into a maniac. At one point we'd meet up to fuck every day. I think I was 17 when he had me hook up with his two friends as well. The time we had to go to the drug store to purchase plan B was when I felt a bit of shame, but it was also pretty hot and definitely made me realize how freaky black dudes make me
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