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Date: Wed, 02 May 2007 08:39:18 +0000
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Just curling the addies.
cmsix
"classic rider" <classicrider14@excite.com> wrote in message
news:1178092245.695523.291400@o5g2000hsb.googlegroups.com...
> Reflections on the Black Boy as a Body
>
> I think about this often. There is a process that takes place in the
> person's mind who starts out thinking of himself as a human being but
> is gradually reduced to seeing himself as he is seen through other
> people's eyes - as a mere object. His mother and siblings may treat
> him as a person, as might his aunts and other friends of the family.
> He has heard about racism, but unless he is unshielded from its
> sharpest ideological realities it doesn't really register with him on
> the deepest levels of his psyche.
>
> Yes, one can grow up in poverty - and that may be a consequence of
> racism. One may be watched, as a child, more closely by store clerks
> than his white counterparts are - and that may be a consequence of
> stereotyping and racial prejudice. But to see oneself as others see
> one, and to deeply internalize it; I don't believe that this happens
> before the black boy reaches the age of 13, at the very earliest.
> There are levels of internalization, of course. Maybe the most
> rudimentary internalization occurs before a black child reaches pre-
> adolescence, but a black child - like any other child - is not very
> good at seeing himself as others see him, especially if the way others
> see him is sharply different from his self-perception. In fact, most
> adults (black or white) are not good at doing this.
>
> For racism - as an ideology and an identity - to be internalized by
> the black child that child would have to endure the shock of seeing
> himself as others see him; and in a way that is vastly different from
> how he sees himself. I think this always comes as a shock because he
> really doesn't understand how someone else could see him that way. At
> first he rebels; but if the social pressures are strong and persistent
> enough, he gradually acquiesces.
>
> A black boy grows up seeing himself as a human being. He knows that
> racism is "out there" and he knows that it is "ugly." He knows that
> some people see him as less than human or, if human, as a lower level
> of humanity. But so long as most of his social encounters consist of
> loving family members, his church and his friends - people who are
> always on the lookout for his "self-esteem," teachers (black or white)
> and social workers, ministers, etc. Then, for the most part he will
> see himself as a person and not as an object no matter what some
> disembodied "racists" might think.
>
> But then he encounters a white man, who seems reasonable in all other
> respects, but who refuses to treat him as anything other than a body.
> It can be an employer, a teacher, or a police officer - this person
> refuses to interact with that black boy as anything other than a
> body.
>
> Think back. Do you recall how you felt when you first left home? You
> set up your own place, away from your parents. You started to define
> your own set of values - you picked your own friends, no matter what
> your parents thought of them. You created your own identity. Now, with
> your new set of friends, your new living space, your new ideas, your
> new values and your new identity you thought that you were prepared to
> boldly return to your parents home during a holiday - and you would
> impress them with how changed and mature you had become. And once you
> got "home" - home to your parents' house - they wouldn't stop treating
> you like the little boy you were before you left the house. Try as you
> might to assert your new identity, you were still (if you were the
> youngest) the "baby" of the household. You were still little Johnny or
> little Evan or little Michael. Gradually it was you who had to adjust
> to your parents' perception of you - because they were in a more
> powerful position to gently and ever-so-lovingly enforce this
> perception. They were older and not given to change even if they
> wanted to. You were the one who had to make the adjustment in your
> perception of reality.
>
> I think that is what the shock of racism is like when it is finally
> internalized by black boys. The black boy who falls in love with the
> white girl and truly believes that the girl loves him for his
> personality - and in part she does. But then it comes out in instance
> after instance that, above all, she sees him as a hot black body - and
> he begins to see himself as being nothing more than a hot black body.
>
> You see the awkward black boy - just turned 18 - it is his first time
> that he is allowed into the porn video store. He timidly makes his way
> into the back where all the nasty old men are. They leer at him -
> fresh meat. He cautiously slides into the booth to watch a movie and
> finds that there are no doors on it - or, if there are doors, there
> are great big "glory holes" in the wall.
>
> He timidly strokes himself off thinking that no one is watching. Then,
> out of the darkness, he hears someone whisper, "Yeah, let me see that
> big black cock. Show me that nigger cock. Yeah, boy - stroke that meat
> for me."
>
> The boy becomes flustered. He didn't know anyone was watching. He
> wasn't even sure anyone would want to watch. He quickly fastens his
> pants and rushes out of the movie house in embarrassment. But this is
> not the end of the story. He comes back a week later. The same thing
> happens. This time, though, he stays a little longer, but still he is
> uneasy. The following week he stays longer still. Eventually he's
> egging the white men on. He's waving around that big black cock while
> the white men hoot, "Yeah, let's see that big nigger dick." He's proud
> of it. He sees it as an asset. He's proud that white men think of him
> as a big nigger cock boy.
>
> This is transformation. One might also use the term "corruption."
> Either term will do - they both mean the same thing, except one
> attaches a moral judgment to it. And isn't morality implicit in the
> act of crafting stories?
>
> So, what happens in the mind of a black male - and this is certainly
> not all black males - who finally acquiesces to the idea that he is
> not really a mind so much as he is a body; a body to be admired - a
> body to be exploited - like on the basketball court or in a porn
> video?
>
> Many black males these days grow up thinking of themselves as being
> merely (or primarily) a body. Many of them embrace this self-image. It
> is not a loving mother or adult friends of the family who shape their
> self-image, but images in mass media - particularly music videos. They
> grow up thinking that they are destined to become Chingy, or Snoop, or
> P. Diddy, or fiddy cent. They grow up thinking they are to become one
> of these media constructed images or nothing at all. And their primary
> asset is their body, not their mind.
>
> And so, it is no wonder that I used to see young black boys in those
> movie booths (this was back in the early-to-mid 1990s, before VCRs and
> DVDs and the Internet became all the rage and kept people at home to
> privately consume most of their porn). It was no wonder I saw young
> black boys being pushed up against those dark walls while an older
> hairy white man was holding their smooth dark bodies and humping
> inside their tight asses. It was no wonder the boys took special pride
> in being used in this way. They had defined themselves as being
> nothing but a body - and their body was their greatest asset.
>
> One of the hottest (if also saddest) scenes I saw in one of those
> movie booths was when a white business man, with a starched shirt and
> tie, approached a hopeful black lad and told the boy to drop his
> pants. The boy dropped his pants, hoping to impress the white man with
> is thick black cock, but the man sneered at him and said, "No - turn
> around and show me your ass." The boy seemed confused but he slowly
> did what the man said. The white man seemed transformed in a most
> Satanic way. I am telling you he totally lost his mind. He grabbed
> that black boy by the waist and humped so furiously in that black
> boy's ass that I think he forgot who and where he was or what it was
> he was fucking. And the expression on the black boy's face was
> heartbreaking. His eyes welled up with confusion and tears. His face
> registered disgust and humiliation. I don't even believe there was a
> monetary transaction here - I didn't see any signs of it. I think the
> black boy had accepted his identity as a body, but he thought the most
> impressive aspect of his body was his cock; but clearly the most
> impressive part of his body for this particular white man was his
> smooth bubble butt black ass.
>
> There was something in seeing the black boy's bare ass that drove the
> white man beyond the brink. The amazing thing was that the black boy,
> clearly not expecting or enjoying this kind of "action" - and
> apparently not even being paid for it - allowed the white man to bring
> his sexual passion to its full fruition in that black boy's ass.
> Somewhere along the way that black boy learned to think of himself as
> being a body - but on that very night he also learned to allow the
> white man to define how that body was to be used and what parts of
> that body would be used for what purposes. Maybe the white man wasn't
> into black cock because it signified too much power and appeared to be
> too much of a threat - so he went after boy's black pussy instead.
> Still, you should have seen the expression on that black boy's face
> when he realized how that white man intended to use him.
>
> One of the erotic fiction series I enjoy reading on the Internet is
> the Stampley Plantation
> http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/historical/adventures-of-stampley-plantation/.
> I think of little Elijah in the Stampley series. What is the
> transformation that takes place in that little black boy's mind as it
> gradually dawns on him that in the slave owner James' eyes the boy is
> mostly an object to be used for that white man's sexual gratification?
> Elijah doesn't have to like it in order to understand and accept it.
> The transformation is that he gradually understands and accepts his
> new role - again, this does not mean that he has to like it. One of
> the most striking incidents in the Stampley series, so far, is when
> little Elijah is being buggered by James, after having been trained to
> give his master what his master expects of him. James is ruthlessly
> fucking the little boy's ass and he asks the boy, "What are you?" And
> little Elijah meekly answers, "Ise just a stupid, dirty nigger, ah
> suppose..."
>
> Is this sad? Yes, it is very sad. Does it still give me a raging hard-
> on every time I read it? Does it rain in Portland Oregon?
>
> I have been exploring the theme of black boys becoming objects for
> white men in my stories for awhile now. There is very little in
> fiction that is entirely fictional - very little fiction is invented
> out of thin air. Each of my stories was inspired by an observation or
> an actual encounter - and the distortion in the lens of the fiction
> may have even served to bring out something that is more truthful than
> a literal rendition of what actually occurred would have been. So, not
> being entirely fiction, my stories tapped into a deeper energy - I
> will not say it was a positive or a negative energy - I will leave
> that up to ethicists to decide (I have my own judgments about it). My
> stories tapped into an energy that is real and not imagined. The great
> danger of writing fiction, or any other stories, is that the writer is
> transformed in writing the story. This may be for the better; if our
> stories are uplifting; but it may also be for the worse, if our
> stories are not. And so, as writers and readers we become more and
> more willing to try out things that we were not so willing to try out
> before we started writing about it and reading what others have
> written.
>
> This also may be called a process of "corruption."
>
> As the late Kurt Vonnegut put in the mouth of one of his fictional
> characters, "You must be very careful about what you pretend to be, or
> you may wake up one day to discover that is what you have actually
> become."
>
> If it is "corruption" for a black boy to wake up one day and discover
> that much of the world does not see him as an embodied soul - a
> combination of both a mind and a body - but insists on constantly
> treating him as if he were only a body until he finally "wises up" and
> acquiesces to this socially constructed reality, then it is also
> "corruption" for a white man to wake up one day after years of
> thinking in terms of racial physical exploitation to find that he is
> willing to practice it when the opportunity presents itself, and to
> engineer such opportunities when they do not readily occur.
>
> That white men have the power to subjugate black boys and men is
> beyond question (this, of course does not mean EVERY black boy or
> man). That it is right for white men to do so simply because they have
> the power to do it - well, that is another question. It is a question
> that pivots on deeper question: What is the source or the basis of the
> values that one subscribes to? It is the kind of question that should
> make moral relativists very uneasy.
>