Getting to the bottom of something can be difficult. Other times, it lands on your lap waiting for you to lap it up. So, Nandi, what does that have to do with your title Sex by Design?
Glad you asked, because, you see, I was just about to get there.
*drum roll*
I’ve come to the conclusion that so many black men, including those in the so-called conscious community, are so immersed in sex because it is by design. You see, when a man feels an emptiness in his role, in his significance to the greater world, he tries to lose himself. Some take up drugs. Some take up gambling or alcohol. Some beat the britches off their women. But the greatest majority turn to sex, many with combinations of the above tossed in for good measure.
Okay, Nandi, I might be following this so far, but can you really make it make sense—you’re starting to lose me?
Why certainly! I am proposing that the black man has been trying to lose himself in the wombs of women because he feels inadequate, because he feels insignificant, because he’s afraid and, mainly, because there’s nobody home to support him—and I do mean nobody. When I say nobody, I mean, there aren’t enough black women at home standing in support of their men. They want to be the black man. That’s why they’ve taken to calling Father’s Day, their day. But this isn’t about black women today. I’ll hit that ass another day.
What’s mind-boggling is that many of the wombs the black man so fervently attempts to lose himself in play a role in why he feels—to put it in dysphemistic terms—emasculated. Yep castrated. Castrated of his manhood, his ability to make decisions, his right to steer his own course, without having to run up against the animosity of another “male,” who has indoctrinated the black female so well that she’s more likely to take his side than the black man’s side. It would help if Tyler Perry didn’t continue making movies about scum-dwelling black men, too, but that’s not really part of this commentary.
Whew! That was a lot to say. I’ll have to re-read this later to make sure that it makes sense. I hate not making sense, and somebody somewhere along the line, could have been me, requested that I make this make sense.
Back to the topic. If we were to observe other groups of people, we’d see that no male in those groups is having sex to the extent of black men. Black men, however, when they know what they’re doing, put it down like no other group of men, bar none! Of course, this is my conflict-of-interest, clinically biased opinion, but that’s what you’re here for. That, and my propensity to invent words.
I am willing to bet my week’s lunch allotment that I am correct. Nobody is having more sex than the black man. Not even pale skins who participate in orgies, bestiality and the like.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Having sex is not a bad thing. It’s actually one of the best non-bottled natural medicines on the market. And clinical trials prove it works. But the thing about it is that when it comes to black men, they cannot afford to let the most important thing they do every day be a womb hunt.
There are wrongs that need to be set right. Numbers that need to be taken. Asses that need to be kicked. And we’re willing, more than willing, to give up entrance to our wombs, if the black man is willing, more than willing, to get out and right those wrongs, take numbers and kick asses—with our support. *picturing the Vietnamese woman carrying the missiles for her men during the Vietnam War*
I hope that made sense.
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