I am really sorry how not surprised I am at that. Ugh.

It makes such perfect and depressing sociological sense, doesn't it?

I remember seeing something a few years ago about someone who'd done a photo exhibit of photos he took around the country of parties where middle-aged white swingers would hire young black men to have sex with the women.

It makes such perfect and depressing sociological sense, doesn't it?

Oh yeah.

I have a hard time with interracial porn, because I imagine someone getting off on the interracial part of it, like it's naughty or something, and it skeeves me. It's not supposed to be a thing, dammit. Despite all the interracial nudity I might have taken part in on my own. But at least I feel clearer about motives there.

Kinda like how I won't date anyone who only dates black women. You made race part of the point. I don't wanna play that.

People skeeve me.

Why does that damn Viagra commercial music get stuck in my head?

Can I seek help if the earworm lasts longer than four hours?

I'm pretty sure you should see your doctor, Cass.

I have a hard time with interracial porn, because I imagine someone getting off on the interracial part of it, like it's naughty or something, and it skeeves me.

To tie that back to the earlier porn discussion - this is one reason I'm frequently more comfortable watching gay porn than het. There's a lot of het porn that I could get off on but I can't turn off the part of my brain that's imagining what the misogynist dicks are getting out of it, and it means that there's a very narrow range that isn't tainted.

There are a lot of creepy people and things in the world.

Obviously.

I've seen stuff about those young black men/white swingers parties, and while I intellectually understand people may have predispositions towards attractions for a certain type, that just skeeves me pretty much.

Those parties just seem to much Mandingo-esque for my comfort. Euch.

On the non-controversial other hand, I just had delcious Cajun food with my sister.

My family has always been lower-class, socioeconomically -- my mom worked for three years during the divorce years, but my dad was sole breadwinner for most of the marriage, and he was making 40K for a family of 4 when he retired in 1998, after working as a phone lineman for 38 years at the same company.

We never missed a meal, even though it might have been grilled cheese and tomato soup or SOS, and we always had a running car, albeit used and old. We never got electricity cut off, and my sister and I always got two new school outfits from Kmart or sometimes Penney's each September.

So, not stratchin' poor, but definitely middle-lower class, I think.

Those parties just seem to much Mandingo-esque for my comfort. Euch.

The photo exhibit thing that I read about, the people at the parties called the men Mandingos. (I can't remember where I read about this, and I'm scared to google.)