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ASSUMING there's a Black man who wants
to control his woman, it's logical to assume that he should utilize his most reputed and powerful weapon: SEX. He'd necessarily have to reduce his sexual thoughts to a theory of "supply and demand." He must turn his thinking around; he must understand that the Black woman wants what he's got as badly as he wants what she's got. Hence, if he's strong-as |
The Black woman was trained by Miss Ann that in bed, the woman was doing the favor. After that, the Black woman convinced her lover that if he withdrew sex she wouldn't give a damn, when in fact she knows, in her heart she couldn't survive without "that Black man's sex thing. And now that the Black man is aware of all these vital statistics, a change has come about. There are many sisters out there in the process of yielding their last element of control to the great Black man, because they have recognized they would lead a life of misery, emptiness and frustration if they ever lost the fulfillment of that dynamite Black man's lovemaking. And rather than risk a loss of such enormous magnitude, many sisters have begged their strong Black men, with such phrases as, "take control honey" - "my life is in your hands, baby"-"lead on, super man"-"I'm yours, do with me as your please, you are in charge of my life" and, so on …. The Black woman decided many years ago that one of two relationships would exist
between her and her Black man.
HOW THE BLACK MAN CONTROLS WOMEN WITH HIS SEX WEAPON
By J. Morris Anderson
Either she controls him,
or he controls her.
It's just that simple.
On the contrary, the powerful Black man decided clearly that the relationship will go but one way:He runs the show. He calls the shots. He's got the trump card in his pants-the love in his heart-the understanding and the strength in his bones to retain his superior position.
The super-confident Black man has become aware that since he is a super-human sex machine, he will never have problems controlling his woman's body therefore, he must exert his precious time and relentless energy controlling her mind. He knows that if he captures her body a thousand times and doesn't blow her mind once, he will never possess her at all. However, the proud Black man is not opposed to using his desirable body to take possession of his Black Queen's mind. He is aware that she will fight him internally and externally to maintain the power base she has so painfully struggled to build and maintain through centuries of being sweet, acting bitchy, giving affection, loving, holding back on love, putting her foot in his ass, crying for him, crying because of him, yet being as Black as he was. He has observed her turn from an icicle to a raindrop; from a warm summer day to an ice cold winter's night. He has seen her cry, he has seen her smile- he has felt her love, he has felt her hate. He has seen her do it all. Do it to death. And he has laid back in the cut and become aware that he-the indefatigable Black man, is the strongest of them all, the most sought after and the most capable creature on earth to satisfy all the
needs of a Black woman. Once the Black man discovered that he knew more about the Black woman than she knew about him, it was easy for him to understand that he could control her with the identical
weapon she has used to control him for centuries; and once he became aware that his Black woman had exposed every trick she knew on him, it became cognizant that the day of the self-appointed Queen's reign was over,and the only way his Black woman could reign as his Black Queen was for the super sensational Black man to make her a Queen. This, because only he was a King, and it certainly takes a King to make a Queen. Fortunately for the Black Queen, it takes a Black King to break a Black Queen. However, the devoted Black King is not interested in entertaining thoughts of breaking or dethrone his Queen. He simply wants her to know that it's a privilege for her to be his Queen, and the moment she assumes it's her right, she is in serious trouble. The Black King has been forced to know more about the Black Queen than she knows about him. He knew her in Gabon, Ghana, Mali - he knew her as a Black Queen when he first felt the white man's fangs. He, the noble Black man, had felt the devil's whip on his ass before his Queen even knew that her Black Savior had experienced a thousand deaths before she was even born. So he's got to know more about life than she knows and logically he knows more about her than she knows about him. He knew her when she first used bleaching cream and when she put the first coat of dye on her hair and he knew her when she took all that shit off, too. He has seen her grow; he has witnessed her transformation from a child to an adult. This, instantaneously from the mere exposure to him, the dynamite Black man. The sensuous Black man has committed himself totally to the Black woman because of his uncontrollable desire to be close to her - either spiritually, mentally, or physically at all times.
. And he wants her to know that he will tolerate nothing less than a total commitment.