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            My first blog post I planned on introducing myself to you.  I planned on saying hi my name is Samantha but you can call me Sammy.  I chose this name because my first pet, a little kitty, was named Samantha and like all little kitties I like to be petted.  I wanted to share with you some sweet words and promise you that I’d fill your ereaders… and maybe some day your hands with books that will stimulate and arouse. 

            But as my page filled with new friends and fans alike I shared some of my passions.  I showed you pictures of people that have influenced characters and scenes.  Sparking that little part of me that likes to tell stories.  I tried to share a piece of me.

            The response was a mixture of comments about the people in the shots to the actual shots themselves.  Photographic skill in lighting and angles were actually discussed while looking at a beautiful couple in an embrace.  People find safety through the of the autonomy of the internet had to bring morality and politics on to my page. 

            This escaladed to the point where it was brought up that black men were stealing white women and leaving black women alone.  Now, I have to say that being someone who’s been married for fifteen years to a seven foot Mandingo BUCK, this was a first for me.

            Oh yes I’ve heard that races shouldn’t mix…blah blah…I’m bored…think of the children...blah…blah.  You’re mom’s just mad your dad slipped when he stickin’ in her ass and actually came in her snatch.  I’m sorry didn’t they tell you about your conception.  My bad. 

            The children…the poor innocent children.  My son’s an honor student, exceptional athlete (but then again he is black and we’re talking stereotypes now right), and never knew he was black until he went to school.  Before that my son was an ignorant son of bitch (yes I know I just called myself a bitch I’m well aware) that thought he was human.  WTF right?  Seriously.

            So why was this comment a first.  Sit down my little naughty friends and let me tell you a tale.  Remember my dear ones we’re talking stereotypes.  Yes we all grew up with the warnings as little white girls that black men may come snatch us in the night.  It’s not really their fault, they can’t control themselves, you see, around us white women.  Much like a vampire or werewolf or some other beast that has a thirst that can only be satisfied by one thing.  A white girls pussy.  Because you see the white girls have the magical pussies with lollipops and glitter.  They come fully stocked with butt plugs and set of handcuffs.  Those poor, poor black women just don’t have a chance.  SERIOUSLY.

            If you’re going to be ignorant at least get the stereotype right.  Black guys get STOLEN by white girls from black girls because we go down on them at least three times a day and black girls have a job and just don’t have the time.  I mean really.  That’s like people who try to commit suicide by taking eight regular strength Tylenols.  At least go for the PM so there’s actually a chance you might die.

            Now you’ve met Sammy.  She likes black, yellow, orange, green and even white men.  Hell if Jessica Alba’s available she’d switch teams for a night. I wanted to be sweet.  I wanted to be a lady like my editor says I have to be.  But damn it.  My first book has double penetration and the one I have planned to be third has a girl filling every hole at once.  I’m fun at parties and will get you wet or hard.  Either way at the end of my books you’ll have looked into a relationship that shows love, in all its crazy shades, because gray is just one color on the spectrum and limits aren’t my thing.


 


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09/16/2012 3:00pm

Nice to meet you sexy Lady.....

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Samantha
09/16/2012 3:18pm

You two little.

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Samantha
09/16/2012 8:23pm

Okay I don't know what I posted earlier. I think I meant You too but obviously a black man walked by me and well you know how I get.

09/16/2012 3:17pm

This should come with a warning: May contain offensive content (If you're shallow and naive) lol
Fantastic job, honey, glad to see someone not afraid to stand up for race equality. It's the 21st Century for crying out loud!!

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Samantha
09/16/2012 8:19pm

Most of what I write needs a warning label

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09/16/2012 3:25pm

So very nice to meet you chica! I am like you too...I love all flavors!

Nikki

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Samantha
09/16/2012 8:20pm

Baskin Robbins ain't got nothin' on me and you

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09/16/2012 4:00pm

Very well said, sweetie. I, too, am color blind. We are all the same. The world would be a better, kinder place if we all just loved one another.

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Samantha
09/16/2012 8:22pm

There are a few people we could put on an island right? One or two...fine I'll be nice to everyone

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09/16/2012 4:04pm

You tell'em girl. Nice to meet whichever Samantha Pleasant you are!

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Samantha
09/16/2012 4:21pm

:)

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09/16/2012 4:25pm

I cannot believe you received that negative feedback. Although, it shouldn't surprise me. What is in their minds? Black women losing to white girls, black men stealing all the white women? HUNH?
I simply cannot wrap my mind around these outdated, slow, JEALOUS minds.
The kids? OMG. They are always beautiful, as any child is. However, mixing vanilla and chocolate make for the sweetest coloring in the entire world!
I say now and have always said: LOVE? Knows no age, creed or color. It only knows heart.
Rock on with your bad self.... Miss Sammy!

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Samantha
09/16/2012 8:21pm

I'll keep on rockin' Ms. Elliott

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Anita
09/16/2012 4:54pm

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09/16/2012 7:58pm

*sigh*

Best to ignore those that talk crazy. It's unfortunate that these types of comments and mindsets need to be addressed.

Lollipops and glitter? LOL! Now, I understand. ;-)

Great post, Samantha!

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Samantha
09/16/2012 8:19pm

I find humor the best way to deal address someone with strong opinions. I'm sure I'm gonna get in trouble for sharing the centuries old secret about the lollipops, but we can't hide the truth.

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