Having honest conversations about race has always been difficult for me. I am a white woman, and sometimes find it incredibly awkward not knowing when to listen and when to speak. Should I be speaking at all? I feel like I should, even though everyone just seems to want me to listen and learn? I recently was involved in a conversation at work about how uncomfortable people were with the term ‘diversity hires’. I did not know what to say, so I did something I’ve never done before: I immediately started talking about my fervent sexual attraction to Idris Elba, who I very much want to fuck, and, as you may know, is black. I think it worked!
Before I steered this very important conversation off-track to a place that felt better for me and only me, I wondered what the best way to relate to everyone was. I wanted to make it very clear that I am 100% here to be an ally to the people of color who I work with. So I did what I thought made sense: I loudly interrupted both my coworkers to discuss the sheer perfection of Idris Elba’s ab-drenched body while also making sure they know that I know Idris is, in fact, not white.
This, my friends, is what I do to contribute to the hyper-sexualization of blackness in order to make myself more comfortable.
I encourage others to delve into these difficult conversations like I have. You know, conversations about devouring the hard body of Idris right now. You see, both conversations were equally un-racist but one was just easier for me.
We all should be understanding the power we wield in this world, as long as I don’t have to be aware of my privilege for longer than two minutes. And if someone started a conversation about race with me, you can be sure I would loudly change the subject to this photo I just pulled up of a shirtless Idris Elba and say something like, “Wow, he has somehow gotten more fuckable with age!”
