Dating black women cape town
I’m not stupid enough to say things like “I don’t see colour”, or to claim that there aren’t differences between my girlfriend and I that are predicated on our respective races.But as far as I’m concerned, our differences – both the racial ones and and all the others – are precisely what make our relationship so much more interesting and intricate than the reductive narratives that so many people try to project upon us.So I try to tell myself that maybe it isn’t what it looks like.There also seems to be a basic assumption from various different sides of this conversation that as soon as someone appropriate of the same race comes along, my partner and I’s relationship will crumble.Having said that, this doesn’t mean that our differences define our relationship, for we are also so very similar in so many ways.
Initially, I get angry at all of these people for dirtying the image of what my partner and I are by association, but then I realize that this makes me just as judgmental as the people who judge us, or at the very least equally primed to jump to certain conclusions.
Never mind that every girlfriend I had before that was white. Anyone who’s ever been to Jo’Burg on Long Street will have seen various German men dotted around the fringes, gingerly creeping closer to the nearest buxom black woman as if they were about to try a piece of sushi for the first time in their lives Sadly, some other black women also seem to swallow this narrative.