Every time I hear “BBC” or “Queen of Spades,” I hear chains rattling. You call it kink. I call it inheritance. Direct bloodline from slave breeding, buck breaking, and the auction block. You’re not inventing anything new—you’re just reciting the script they wrote for you.
Look at the record. Fearing the Black Body. Killing the Black Body. Medical Apartheid. These aren’t metaphors. They’re history. White women and white men making Black flesh their experiment, their economy, their revenge toy. From the fields to the clinic to the brothel, Black sex and Black reproduction were turned into currency.
And yet—here we are. Snow bunnies smiling, QOS branding themselves, Black men bending into roles carved centuries ago. “BBC.” Commodity. Property. A dick first, a man last. Read They Were Her Property. Those white women weren’t passive victims—they were active owners. They orchestrated the breeding, the selling, the violations. That’s your so-called “taboo” lineage.
And don’t mistake it for liberation. You’re not flipping power. You’re not getting reparations by fucking someone’s wife. You’re just feeding into the old market, the one Cedric Robinson names in Black Marxism, the one Walter Rodney lays bare in How Europe Underdeveloped Africa. The same market that kept you bound as labor, breeder, body.
I hear people say “don’t yuck someone’s yum.” And yes—consent matters. Choice matters. Adults can play as they will. But don’t confuse consent with context. You can choose to reenact the plantation, but don’t lie and call it freedom. Don’t pretend the whip is just a toy when the welt is still on our history.
Read The Delectable Negro. Read Caliban and the Witch. Read Yurugu. Read Discrimination and Disparities, The Color of Law, The Color of Money. All of it points to the same truth: our flesh has been the stage for their fantasies, our bodies the engine for their wealth. To step blindly into BBC/QOS is to step willingly into that machinery.
This isn’t about shame. It’s about clarity. Desire isn’t pure. Desire is trained. And when desire is trained through centuries of slavery, eugenics, and apartheid, you better question it before you call it “just kink.”
You can fuck who you want. Love who you want. But if you carry those acronyms like a crown, understand: you are crowning yourself with chains.
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