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Why We Love Black Women

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Dayum, is there anything at all that Brothers enjoy about Sisters besides eyes in the Den?


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Ok, Fellas here's your chance. On this thread we'll only be sending love.

QUESTION IDEAS: What are your favorite memories of loving a black woman? What sorts of things do you love about black women? If you're single, why do you still hold out hope of meeting the right Sista? If you've already met the right Sista what do you love about her?

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Originally posted by HonestBrother:

QUESTIONS: What is your favorite memory of loving a black woman?


Two quick memories immediately come to mind.

First: my mother used to always tell me that 'I can do anything I want to do'. That was a tremendously empowering and self-esteem enhancing message that continues to yield benefits to me to this very day.

Second: I have absolutely wonderful memories of my grandmothers lovingly rubbing my back when I was a child. There was no better feeling in the world than to be laying on either of my grandmothers' laps getting my back rubbed!

I have been so blessed to be surrounded by some absoultely wonderful, intelligent, confident, accomplished, strong, loving, and unconditionally supportive black women in my mother and grandmothers. I am so much the better because of them!! heart
I love the black woman's voice...No other race of women speak with such honey in their voices whether they're bougie proper or into mad ghetto slang - and I REALLY love it when they can switch from one to the other and back - like my mom...Maybe it goes back to my mother reading to me when I was a kid - one of my earliest memories...And you can hear it when they sing.... In my collection of soul records I heavily favor female singers.... The Divine Gladys Knight... hmmmmm.... Aretha... Whitney.... india arie ....the list goes on and on....

That was true for every black woman I've ever dated - loved that voice. And a woman who can sang? Let's not go there.

(I'm just getting warmed up)
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
I love the black woman's voice...No other race of women speak with such honey in their voices whether they're bougie proper or into mad ghetto slang - and I REALLY love it when they can switch from one to the other and back - like my mom...Maybe it goes back to my mother reading to me when I was a kid - one of my earliest memories...And you can hear it when they sing.... In my collection of soul records I heavily favor female singers.... The Divine Gladys Knight... hmmmmm.... Aretha... Whitney.... india arie ....the list goes on and on....

That was true for every black woman I've ever dated - loved that voice. And a woman who can sang? Let's not go there.

(I'm just getting warmed up)


Can't wait until you get hot! Sounds good so far. tfro
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Originally posted by MBM:
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:

QUESTIONS: What is your favorite memory of loving a black woman?


Two quick memories immediately come to mind.

First: my mother used to always tell me that 'I can do anything I want to do'. That was a tremendously empowering and self-esteem enhancing message that continues to yield benefits to me to this very day.

Second: I have absolutely wonderful memories of my grandmothers lovingly rubbing my back when I was a child. There was no better feeling in the world than to be laying on either of my grandmothers' laps getting my back rubbed!

I have been so blessed to be surrounded by some absoultely wonderful, intelligent, confident, accomplished, strong, loving, and unconditionally supportive black women in my mother and grandmothers. I am so much the better because of them!! heart


I love grandmothers. They hold the world's wisdom in their hands. Thanks for sharing your stories. Smile
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
What are your favorite memories of loving a black woman? What sorts of things do you love about black women?


I enjoy Black women's expressive mannerisms and dialogue (e.g., hands on hip, Come'here girl, and Chile please!). I enjoy how comfortable you feel in Black women's presence. Like Honestbrother, I too love hearing the melodic voice of Black women. Did I mention their distinctive and versatile beauty? They are by far the most artistically talented of all women, in the areas of song, dance, textile and hair design. Black women are also the most spirituallly conscious of all women, always searching for meaning in every experience and endeavor. My favorite memories are of all the Black women represented in my family and friends (e.g., Mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, and new friends).
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During the first couple of years of our marriage money was very scarce. I was in grad school and driving a cab in New York. My wife was in school and working in a day care center. We would meet up for dinner and well you know. One night I came home and the lights were off, candles lit, dinner on the floor. Wifey said she wanted a romantic dinner, no TV, no radio just our own sounds. Found out years later the electricity was cut off and she didn't want me to worry.

My mother is the proudest person I know. I needed several thousand dollars one year and I called her. She sent it two days later, turns out she sold the only piece of jewelry her mother was able to give her. She'd had it for thirty years. Took me 5 years to find the person and get it back.
I love Ruby Dee. Her talent and longevity. Her dignified beauty. Her eyes. And last but not least her lifelong devotion to Ossie Davis.

Ruby: "How to ride the rough waves in a relation long enough for the waters to get calm? When does it sink in that overcoming difficult times gets easier with practice? How do you drag some of the good feelings, good times vibrations into the stormy places? To love someone long and deep is a "consummation devoutly to be wished"!... It is day by day, one step at a time. It may not mean two bathrooms, but just some space, some privacy, some area to be alone. ...Unlike the wedding event, that takes place in a day, marriage is a long process that goes on at some level every day for the rest of your life....We have to learn how to live together... I thought I loved you, Ossie, when we got married, but as I see now, I was only in the kindergarten of the proposition. To arrive at love is like working on a double doctorate in the subject of Life." Source: joint biography, pages 430-431

Ruby: "It takes a long time to really be married. One marries many times at many levels within that marriage. If you have more marriages than you have divorces within the marriage, you're lucky and you stick it out." Source: First UU Church of Wausau

Ruby: "A trustworthy marriage has weathered temptation and anger and jealousy, resentment, self-righteousness and a little bit of selfishness. When you get over and get through that, then maybe you can see the light to love." Source: Ossie and Ruby: Is This the Love Affair of the Century? Ebony, 2/99

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Originally posted by HonestBrother:

Ruby: "How to ride the rough waves in a relation long enough for the waters to get calm? When does it sink in that overcoming difficult times gets easier with practice? How do you drag some of the good feelings, good times vibrations into the stormy places? To love someone long and deep is a "consummation devoutly to be wished"!... It is day by day, one step at a time. It may not mean two bathrooms, but just some space, some privacy, some area to be alone. ...Unlike the wedding event, that takes place in a day, marriage is a long process that goes on at some level every day for the rest of your life....We have to learn how to live together... I thought I loved you, Ossie, when we got married, but as I see now, I was only in the kindergarten of the proposition. To arrive at love is like working on a double doctorate in the subject of Life." Source: joint biography, pages 430-431

Ruby: "It takes a long time to really be married. One marries many times at many levels within that marriage. If you have more marriages than you have divorces within the marriage, you're lucky and you stick it out." Source: First UU Church of Wausau

Ruby: "A trustworthy marriage has weathered temptation and anger and jealousy, resentment, self-righteousness and a little bit of selfishness. When you get over and get through that, then maybe you can see the light to love." Source: Ossie and Ruby: Is This the Love Affair of the Century? Ebony, 2/99


I love all of this. Wow, that's too powerful for words. tfro
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Originally posted by Fagunwa:
During the first couple of years of our marriage money was very scarce. I was in grad school and driving a cab in New York. My wife was in school and working in a day care center. We would meet up for dinner and well you know. One night I came home and the lights were off, candles lit, dinner on the floor. Wifey said she wanted a romantic dinner, no TV, no radio just our own sounds. Found out years later the electricity was cut off and she didn't want me to worry.

My mother is the proudest person I know. I needed several thousand dollars one year and I called her. She sent it two days later, turns out she sold the only piece of jewelry her mother was able to give her. She'd had it for thirty years. Took me 5 years to find the person and get it back.


Awesome stories!
My favorite things about Black women? Where do I begin?

First: I LOVE THE WAY OUR WOMEN LOOK! I love how Black women look physically. Just something about brown skin just.......*shuddering*. Mmm! Mmm-mm-mmm. *shakes head* Forgive me for slobbering. tongue I love the way our women look: their hair, their eyes (there is just something about how Black women's eyes are shaped); their lips, their cheeks, the whole nine yards. I love the skin of our women from mellow-yellow light to mahogany and ebony black!


Second: I love the voices of our women. No other woman on earth can pull off a Black woman's voice. There is just so much earthiness and soul in the voices of our women (I love Alicia Keyes' voice, it makes me melt).


Third: Hmm...I love the intellect and sense of humor of our women. Black people have some of the best philosophical insights (and I really love the "working class/po' wisdom" of our people), and I love the humor of Black women.


*melting*

eyes eyes


BTW - ONCE AND FOR ALL, I'M A BROTHER, NOT A SISTA.
I love it when a black woman cooks to express her love & care for me. Especially those down south black women. These Sistas KNOW how to cook up on some food. And you can't get restaurant food that's as good or mo better....

Every time I go home my mom cooks up my favorite dish as only she an make it. And then I know I'm loved....

Come on you fellas, SURELY you can think up one new positive thought per week? Wink
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I love it when a black woman cooks to express her love & care for me.


*faints* I love you! When I first got here, I initiated a discussion about why men get uncomfortable with a woman cooking for them. I really didn't think men enjoyed this anymore. bow


I don't know any guys like that. There are few things better than a women who expresses her love for a man through her cooking. Ahhh... Smile
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Empty P., I just noticed the "Nigger" Innis in your sig....

Sad... very sad...


LOL, remember that? That's not a joke, that really happened.

How fitting too, a Black Republican Strategist.......how sad.....helping people plan ways to hold his people down......


I just noticed it too. I didn't know it was for real though!
I don't know if I find ithorrible or if I find it appropriate.

This is a wonderful thread!
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Originally posted by Frenchy:
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I love it when a black woman cooks to express her love & care for me.


*faints* I love you! When I first got here, I initiated a discussion about why men get uncomfortable with a woman cooking for them. I really didn't think men enjoyed this anymore. bow


I love it too when women cook for me, but alot of times I'm afraid to admit it. I get scared of being viewed as a "sexist" for saying that.
I was blessed with 3 mothers – my mother and my two sisters. My oldest sister use to carry me around with her like I was her baby. Unfortunately, my fond memories are few due to the fact that my mother worked, and my sisters are much older and weren't around a lot when I was growing up. I only saw my mother's mother once a year if that.

But the thing I love the most and admire the most is the strength of black women. I've watched my mother, sisters, and many other women for that matter, deal with a lot of heartache and general bullshit in their lives.

And there is no denying that it takes a strong woman to live as a slave. To take care of someone else's brats, care for your own, only to have them taken away and sold, to be raped AND have to carry and care for the child conceived from it. What kind of strength the modern women of Africa must have? To live in the midst of war and watch your children slowly starve or die from some simple and easily curable disease. To be raped and abused by soldiers.

Then there is their beauty. They come in all shapes, sizes and hues - from the blue black to high yellow. There hips, thighs, lips and eyes. Those silky voices...especially when they say the words I love you.

So it's easy to understand why I married such a strong willed, dark skinned woman. The inscription she put in my wedding band reads "To my Pill sweetner".

She's a pill but I love her...
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I love Lauryn Hill! This sista is brilliant, talented, and beautiful. And a few years ago one of her songs really made a difference in my life. I had just turned 30 - which for some reason was traumatic - and I had broken up with a girlfriend. Then I learned that my unmarried sister was having a baby. And for some reason this last piece of news hit me the hardest. I fell into a funk. It was Lauryn Hill's song To Zion that made me realize something very good could come out of the situation. I listened to this song over and over. And that feeling I had was right. Something great did come out of it. I love my nephew as if he were my own child. I'm closer to my sister than I've ever been. And I'm extremely proud of her for being the survivor that she is.
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I love Lauryn Hill! This sista is brilliant, talented, and beautiful. And a few years ago one of her songs really made a difference in my life. I had just turned 30 - which for some reason was traumatic - and I had broken up with a girlfriend. Then I learned that my unmarried sister was having a baby. And for some reason this last piece of news hit me the hardest. I fell into a funk. It was Lauryn Hill's song To Zion that made me realize something very good could come out of the situation. I listened to this song over and over. And that feeling I had was right. Something great did come out of it. I love my nephew as if he were my own child. I'm closer to my sister than I've ever been. And I'm extremely proud of her for being the survivor that she is.



Awesome story, dude! appl tfro.

I too love Lauryn Hill...her Miseducation CD was the shit and a rare one in these times!
I was at an open mike night recently. As someone sang a song the sista in front of me started to move to the melody where she sat. And then I thought about HOW MUCH I love the way black women move to music. Her arms were raised keeping the beat, fingers snapping, and her head bobbed, shoulders rolling, fluidly swaying with her body from side to side. Here and there she waved an outstretched hand silently testifying. All the while beaming with her smile. So much unconscious expressive joy being communicated through this woman's body. Sexy but completely innocent. That's what we call Soul. Sistas have SOUL.
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Her arms were raised keeping the beat, fingers snapping, and her head bobbed, shoulders rolling, fluidly swaying with her body from side to side. Here and there she waved an outstretched hand silently testifying. All the while beaming with her smile. So much unconscious expressive joy being communicated through this woman's body. Sexy but completely innocent. That's what we call Soul. Sistas have SOUL.




From your words above.... you seem very attentive... a rare trait in a brother... one that poet's, writer's and seer's possess....

Nice....


Peace,
Virtue
I love Coretta Scott King who was forever beautiful, gracious, and just as visionary as her famous husband:


Martin Luther King, who was studying for his doctorate in theology at Boston University, had told a mutual friend he was looking for a wife. The friend gave him Coretta Scott's phone number but when he came calling she was not impressed.

"I saw this green car coming up the street and this short man," she said in an interview. "He leaned over to open the door, and when I got in the car I saw this very young looking man. I thought, 'Oh my God, I expected to see a man but this is a boy."'

When he began to speak, however, she changed her mind.

She never had any doubt that King was going to battle the status quo. "Even at the time we were courting," she said, "Martin was deeply concerned -- and indignant -- with the plight of the Negro in the United States."

They were married at her parents' home on June 18, 1953, and had four children: Yolanda Denise, born in 1955; Martin Luther III, born in 1957; Dexter Scott, born in 1961; and Bernice Albertine, born in 1963.

In 1956 they moved to Montgomery, Alabama, where the 26-year-old minister became active in civil rights, including the boycott of the Montgomery bus system.

Bishop Long said she "understood what she was getting into" when she married Martin Luther King.

"She said a statement that burned in the heart of my wife and myself, she said when she married Martin, she did not marry a man, she married a vision," he said.

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"I certainly appreciate your concern, and I would appreciate anything that you can do to help."

That was the dignified but worried request for help that Coretta Scott King made in a phone conversation with Democratic presidential candidate John F. Kennedy.

There was good reason for her plea for help. In early 1959, her husband, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., was sentenced to four months of hard labor at Georgia's notorious Reidsville State Prison, after being arrested on a trumped-up traffic warrant, as well as probation violation. (The latter charge stemmed from King's earlier arrest at a sit-in demonstration.) Coretta was deeply pained that King might not make it out of Reidsville alive.

There had been rumors and threats of foul play against him. During the tense days of King's imprisonment, Coretta frantically worked the phones trying to get any help she could for King's release.

At the time, Kennedy was locked in a tight White House race with Republican Vice President Richard Nixon. Kennedy made the call partly out of sincere concern for King, and partly with an eye on the black vote. Coretta's efforts paid off for King; also for Kennedy, who sunk Nixon.

The Democrats turned the call into a giant public relations coup. Kennedy's action was credited with tipping large numbers of blacks toward the Democrats. Nixon -- the early odds on the favorite to win the presidency -- lost by a narrow margin.

King was soon released unharmed, and the civil rights movement gained greater steam and vigor in the next couple of years. Coretta's dogged determination to save her husband energized the civil rights fight and changed the course of a presidential election, as well as race relations in America.

It was fitting that Kennedy's life-affirming and politically profound phone call was made to Coretta. In December 1955, she and King anxiously kept watch at the front window of their home in Montgomery, Alabama to make sure that there were no black riders on the buses. She stood, walked and cheered arm in arm with him at countless civil rights marches, demonstrations and rallies. She endured King's long absences and the gossipy rumors of his infidelities, and kept the family and the marriage together. That meant great personal sacrifice. For years, the King family lived in what could charitably be described as a ramshackle house. As his family grew in size, friends and family members begged him to move to a larger house. King resisted.

An exasperated Coretta fired back at King's critics that her husband "felt that it was inconsistent with his philosophy" to own property. Eventually King gave in and paid the grand sum of $10,000 for a bigger home. But he continued to complain that the house was "too big" and "elegant."

Though King critics delighted in taking took pot shots at him for his shun of personal wealth and the ownership of private property, Coretta's greatest concern remained in fulfilling King's dream, and that did not include fattening their bank account........

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