I seem to goI was thinking, in spite
of my genetic predelictions, how would I rate my own self as desirous of any particular race and I reached the
conclusion that I didn't have a preference. It was always the woman, not her whatever.
through stages of racial preferences. I tire of Koreans and lust after Filipinas or Blacks... I think the cultural
and physical variety and excitment of something forbitten entices me. Ultimately I always drift back to my
ethnicity. A huge comfort zone and innate understanding of one another comes easy with a similar background. I dated
a couple Japanese women where our main communication consisted of 10 words, assorted gunts and hand signals.
Although I was really horny, that got old fast.
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