Something New: So I found out my boy was dipping his Haagen-Dazs in chocolate

While my post on getting stanky drunk rocks post on SBM, I wanted to push this old post through the back door. You know how grandma used to say, “You can’t fit through the back door what doesn’t fit through the front?” That’s a lie.

Anyway, my boy hit me up the other day and he says, “Yo, Jackson, I need some tips on dating black chicks. I’m dating this one now, and I feel like I’m way out of my league.” He went on to tell me the differences in everything about the relationship. He too, as a white man, experienced this “it seems like I can’t do nothing right” factor. Did I mention he was white? We laughed and I basically told him some anecdotal advice and some things that are definitely different. Then he said, “And the sex is weird.” I said, oh boy.

I don’t care either way, but it’s totally different to be dating and to be banging a black woman. First he said, he couldn’t just have sex with her. He needed to do all this extra ish. I told him, oh that’s par for the course, it’s not a bad thing. Second, he said, he felt like she thought he was going to judge her. I asked him, well what were you trying to do? He said, I was trying to [eff] her. So I asked him the most important question I could, was she a freak?

His reply, what’s a freak?

This is when it occurred to me that the word, “freak” might be something only black people know about.

Think about it, to refer to someone as a freak in a sexual nature, I just have never heard a white person use that word. And I couldn’t find a translation. The closest we came was, “Does she regularly put out?”