Perusing Twitter the other day, I saw that very question being posed at a very young white girl that had just admitted her love of black men. It was a racist attempt by some white "no cock cowboy" and or his white "church lady" wife, to embarrass the young girl into some sort of compliance in the old "white veil of deceit." Today? I asked myself, hardly believing that the white, no-sex, middle aged losers were trying to embarrass the young white girl as she joined one of the fastest growing movements happening today and the fastest growing social movement in mankind history; Black Dominance & white submission. Thinking of this ill-fated attempt to hang on to the bastions of white deceit, I pondered that very question with one add on as caveat. What does this white girl gone black's family think of my own twitter feed, and my own time in front of the camera, mostly amature, with one professional appearance laid bare for the world to enjoy.

I began with an unquenchable thirst for black guys at the age of 12. I was white, from a well known family in our town; business owners, and members of the country club. We owned a small farm, as most of our family farmed part time and either worked in town or owned a business of some kind. I got pregnant at 14, yes, black, and was a far different kind of reception than we or I get today, and was even more shocking, taboo, and racistly embarrassing to my parents and family. A's one can see by our family business' sign, my second black boy was taken with much more civility than the first.

I came home pregnant at 14 the first time, I can remember missing my period 2 months in a row, and knowing that I had to explain the situation to my parents. Although Mama didn't take the news with glowing pride, she took the news much better than Daddy. When we sat down to discuss the my dilemma, I told Mama that I was pregnant, she asked me before I could explain; "Is it black". She had walked in on, and caught "Big D", Danny D, a 22 year old, first year Oakland Raider and I having sex at our house. At the risk of moving the stories progression along to fast, I must say that later, Mom and Danny D., had sex for years, she in her 50's, Daddy having passed away, and "Big D" would routinely stay spend the night with her. My first Baby-Daddy, Danny D. was a man among boys, and even though there was very little admittance, there were many weak, cuck-minded white boys, as the black athletes were coming of age and dominating every sport.

To spare the embarrassment of being pregnant by the best athlete that our town had ever known, and black, I was sent to Kansas City to stay with my aunt and uncle. I had Kingston there, staying an entire year with them before returning home with my black baby boy. Although very tenuous at first, and for some time to come, all of us settled into the situation for what it was. I lived at home, raising my black son, and going to a private Christian school in town. My parents insisted that I go there, to get me away from the "black", and to keep the news under wraps, (although everyone knew, as gossip ran rampant). I dated black guys, and some white boys while in high school, as most of the white boys acted to proud to go out with me, while they secretly jerked their pathetic little cocks, thinking of me having sex with their "black hero". In those days white boys did a lot of "posing", they would not admit their "cuck nature", and defiantly go down in flames defending their whiteness as some black guy beat them up so badly that their eyes were swelled shut, teeth knocked out, and nose pushed to one side. The dichotomy is that, in secret, they all wished that they could play football like "Big D", had his cock size, his prowess, and all the black attributes. They would have given all of their summer hay hauling money just to watch Danny D. bury his gorgeous, knee length, black cock in me. What a lie they lived. White boys were in torture, refusing to acknowledge the truth, they so wanted to break free, but due to the pressures of the "white falsehood", that was not to be until just a few years later.

Kingston grew on my parents and some of my family that were open to see and admit that the NBWO was coming, and that someday all white girls would participate in their own blacked world, as this phenomena was gaining ground quickly, even in the mid to late 70's. I can remember Daddy watching Kingston run and jump, and play, and even when he was old enough to work on our family's 30 acre tobacco farm or in the hay field, he was much stronger, faster, leaner, more muscular, and more handsome than any of his white family members. Mamma really fell in love with him as she recognized and admitted the beauty, grace, and prowess of black men.Daddy loved sitting in the stands at Kingston's ball games, be it football, basketball, or track. He was always the best, as the white boys just didn't have his physicality or leadership abilities. As for the rest of my family, I was talked about in hushed tones, this and that, but even some of that melted away as their Southern bred racism faded with each passing day.

I had just finished college, working in the family business, and newly married to Kent, my white husband when I had my second black boy. Kent, had joined the military and was on a 13 month deployment, leaving me to stay at Daddy's lake house until his return. While Kent was gone, I dated T. Palmer, his nickname was "Horse". I was 21, and so was he, in his last year of a basketball ride at T.S.U., a local historically black college. Horse and I were living together in the lake house when I became pregnant with Jamal. I can remember Daddy and Mama putting up the sign on our family business as Horse and I were in the hospital delivering our baby, my second. Kent, being a deployed Marine, sent money home for us every month, as he was recieving a lot of incentives, combat pay, hazardous duty pay, overseas pay, jump pay, scuba pay, per diem, COLA, ahd BHA.

We had some really big parties at the lake house, and I introduced my cousin, Cindy Black Top, to some black guys, and she immediately fell for a Black King. Her husband, at the time traveling and working construction, came home to find her living with a black guy. Her husband, Witchell, knew his place, and after some time accepted his fate, as Cindy became pregnant with a black baby boy of her own. The family dynamics at that time, you ask? Still , racist, hypocritical, and full of bigotry. Yes, it was easing slowly, and it helped my or both of our situations to have Cindy blacked as well. We stayed close during those times, sticking together at family get togethers or functions in town. It would ease more as the years went by, our sons dominating the white boys at every level' us showing up with our husbands and black "baby-daddies" both at family functions as well as in town. As we granered my niece and another cousin later on, and then another niece to the blacked lifestyle, we pretty much did as we pleased. We, really the black guys, owned every situation, and every sport at family get togethers.We even wore our thongs to the lake in front our white family members, who secretly tired of lies and decrepit of the white men and boys, watched us kiss and fondle our black boyfriends, with their beautiful black cocks running down their legs.

My niece, Brandi, my brother's daughter called me one day, and asked if I could pick her up from high school, she being in her first year, I didn't think much of it. As we rode out to the family farm, she explained to me that she was infatuated with black guys, and asked if I thought she was ready to make the move. Absolutely, I explained, as we discussed the dynamics of black worship, dominance, and full submission to these God ordained rulers of the white under-class. I picked her up on another occasion shortly afterward and brought her and her black boyfriend out to the lake house, which I was settled into with Horse and I occupying the bedroom, and Kent sleeping on the sofa or in the boat house. He had came back from the deployment, remained in the Marine Reserves, and started a very lucrative construction business. Horse and I would lay in bed sometimes at night, and he would tell me how my brother and Kent both just gave him money and would suck his cock, sometimes begging before he would let them. Her young boyfriend was an exchange student from Liberia, jet black, tall, muscular, and just handsome. I knew what she needed, what I wanted, and what he demanded, as we began to remove our clothes in the bedroom. We both knelt, her trembling somewhat, before his magnificent blackness, and I took his black cock into my mouth and tasted his oh so delicious pre-cum, as it leaked from this uncut 14 inch cock. As we swapped and she began to suck his cock, she looked so beautiful in such a natural setting and position that I kissed her, and then without hesitation, I french kissed her deeply, before moving to Jabbari's rear to stick my tongue up his glorious black ass. What a beautiful sight as he mounted her, taking her whiteness away for ever, and bestowing his black dominance in it's place. After bottoming out in her young whiteness, Jabbari settled into a beautiful rhythm that only black guys can do, and I watched smooth, ebony ass tighten as he blew rope after rope of Black God Seed into her womb. Two things were different between her and I, a month earlier as I shaved her vagina, I helped her to acquire birth control so that she could have the choice as to where and when to have her first black baby.

My racist, farming, cowboy, uncle Steve even capitulated when his wife Cheryl became pregnant from a black guy that had showed up at our family's Christmas get together. As he and I talked white eating dinner, he openly admitted that he understood what we say in the black men, and that he recognized his own pathetic existence would be made better by raising his wife's black child. Another cousin and niece, as mentioned earlier fell to the allure of black "alphas". The deals were so sweet for all of back in those days, still a little taboo, but gaining happy acceptance, there were a lot of black guys going and coming from our family farm, and a lot of white girls, "coming out", as well as their weak, cuck, white boy husbands or boyfriends. All of our husbands being financially and business savvy made our family businesses and farm run with huge profits. These hardworking white boys paid all of the bills, bought our Black Gods cars, washed the blacks cars, sent us on vacations, and made sure that neither any of us girls or our Black Gods worked.

Yes indeed, we began to use the camcorder in the early 80's with our white family members becoming quite professional at the business of taping our interracial fests. Tight white pussy, and monsterous black cocks ruled the screen, and these wound up posted on the old bulletin board sites that were around when the internet was taking off. I can remember Kent taping, watching with lust, as his came inside his pants while taping. These outings progressed through the cell phone age with each of the white boys, in our family, learning the fine art of taping what white boys wanted and needed to see. I never saw it, but Cindy Black Top, my cousin said that there was a tape of my Mama, Roberta, giving herself willingly to Danny D., while K.W. my Daddy taped the encounter. Just as side note, my Mama and her older brother rode a mule to school during their grammer school days. Wow, she came along way in her cognitive moral development, submitting to the same kind of black studs that her daddy tried to lynch from the nearest tree, just a few years earlier.

I remember very well the last white boy, in our family that tried subvert the Black Gods reign. George, my aunt Sec's husband got drunk one Thanksgiving and started talking about having to work to keep the useless non-working black guys up. We watched, it made me wet, as a black guy that I didn't know beat him without mercy for the blasphemy spewing from his white mouth. Very quickly he was beaten, with his eyes blacked and swollen shut, some of his front teeth knocked out, and bleeding from inside both ears, my aunt Sec kneeled and begged for mercy. As this gorgeous specimen of Black God kicked him in the throat on his way down, he lost conscienceless, laying there in a pool of his own white racist blood while Sec sucked the victorious Black God's cock. Having felt and endured with white submissiveness, I had been on the receiving end of a Black God's wrath. It made me so horny to see the black dominance on display as he almost beat the last breath from George's body.

So, today, what does my family think of my feed? Not very much as each of my family's female members manages their own twitter feeds. As our weak white boy husbands take trips to Colorado elk hunting, the women head to Negril, partaking in every Hedonism since the mid 80's.