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[CortJstr]

yummers

Now I can never have maximum cuddles with you, lprkn. WTG.

[AugustWest]

Now I can never have maximum cuddles with you, lprkn. WTG.

yummers.

[CortJstr]

yummers.

No love for the Jester to-night. Oh, no.</Tom Hanks loser voice>

[littlefallsmets]

Well, okay, I will buy that.

My family's Italian is northern Italian, Tuscan, from a small Alpine village north of Pisa and... I guess that there is great dislike of each other within Italy, from region to region back in the day and... that could explain why my family's reaction to those interpreations of Italian words would be laughter or derision.

To put it very very politely, my great-grandmother... who died before I was born... once told my father that she'd rather see him bring home a black woman than to bring home a woman of southern Italian extraction.

She used much more colourful words, of course.

[AugustWest]

No love for the Jester to-night. Oh, no.</Tom Hanks loser voice>

Maximum love, no maximum cuddles.

[littlefallsmets]

No maximum glove, no maximum love.

[jaydub]

She used much more colourful words, of course.

What's the colorful word for a woman of southern Italian extraction?

[theinevitable]

I'm sure there is one.


There is a really great story about my grandma where... apparently the only Hispanic people she had met were Puerto Rican. So, when she heard my mom was from Chile, she was really worried that she would be black. My dad was proud of her that she didn't mention it at the time, and just said "oh, well, I'd love to meet her." After my grandmother died my great-aunt told my dad about how my grandmother called her, freaked out that she would somehow offend my dad/his new black girlfriend.
She was very relieved when my mom was not black, is what I am saying.

[Ben-San]

The stance that woman in the picture is in makes me think of the Chain Chomps from Super Mario.

Head all shooting forward on an elongated neck while giant jaws snap shut to kill Mario.

[jay-ell]

There is a really great story about my grandma where... apparently the only Hispanic people she had met were Puerto Rican. So, when she heard my mom was from Chile, she was really worried that she would be black. My dad was proud of her that she didn't mention it at the time, and just said "oh, well, I'd love to meet her." After my grandmother died my great-aunt told my dad about how my grandmother called her, freaked out that she would somehow offend my dad/his new black girlfriend.
She was very relieved when my mom was not black, is what I am saying.

My brother-in-law's fiance is black, and her family lives in Georgia (though we later learned that they originated in Ohio).  We were just relieved that she was OK with the rest of us being so very, very white.  She actually fits in with Pedro's family better than I do, on account of not being such a geek all the time. 

My son, at two, has a noticeable preference for black women.  He developed an instant crush on my brother-in-law's fiance, and generally gravitates towards little black girls on the playground.  I don't think he's had any more exposure to black people than any other white kid his age, and apparently a fair number of two-to-four year olds get a little freaked out by people who are even subtly different from what they're used to.  My friend's daughter, for instance, is afraid of bearded men because the only such specimen she's ever spent time with is Pedro, and she's even a little afraid of him.  So I don't know where Little P got this inherent attraction to women of color, and as much as it's a relief that he's not freaked out by such superficial differences, it does get a little embarrassing when he consistently singles out black women for hugs and kisses.  I sort of want to explain, "He loves women of color, he doesn't mean to objectify your race, he just thinks you're very pretty." 

[lprkn]

It's cool that he knows what he likes. Some people go their whole lives not knowing.

[theinevitable]

a friend of mine who apparently misses my beard and wants me to grow it back constantly tells this story about how when she was little, she was terrified of men who didn't have beards, because her dad and all of her male relatives had them.
On the other hand, I have grown up around clean-shaven men, and so having a full beard just makes me feel really unkempt.

[CortJstr]

It's cool that he knows what he likes. Some people go their whole lives not knowing.

And some people know exactly what they like and end up having to turn to extremely specialized websites because of it.

[lprkn]

Yes, but do people already have these desires, or does the very existence of these extremely specialized websites end up turning more people on to their particular brand of...titillation.

Seems like it would be in the best interests of the industry to constantly come up with new craziness, just to make a couple of extra bucks. Sort of like the Cold War in a way, except it's porn, and brinksmanship has entirely different meaning, as in, "Define the brink, that I may leap from its edge and laugh all the way to the bottom, where giant piles of money will cushion my fall, and that I may literally swim in my bounty, a real-life Scrooge McDuck."

[littlefallsmets]

I think it's more that...

The part of our brains that deal with our sexualities and the part that deals with obsession are very closely linked.

If a dude has a thing for... oh... Scrooge McDuck to use the earlier example, it is one thing.

His mind will only go as far as the limits of what he already has to go on.

But when someone thinks they can make some money drawing pictures of cartoon characters fuck*ng and is good at it... and our test subject finds the picture of Uncle Scrooge fuck*ng Harry Potter in the butt... that's where the guy's more vague sexual twist gets put into overdrive and becomes a much more specific obsession.

Into a full-on manifestation, as it were.

And so there's kind of no chicken, there's kind of no egg... rather a seed that each person carries within themselves and... outside forces that may or may not help you refine and grow that seed or not.