My name is Stacey, and yes this is my real name. I am nearly 27-years-old and I am a proud single mother to 4 black boys. I will never refer to my sons as “mixed” or “interracial” or anything else except “black.” The reason for this is they have come from black men and this makes them black. Only white women with black c***dren will be able to fully understand my reasoning for this.

But, I wasn’t always this way. Nine years ago at the age of 18 I was everything the opposite. Many people in the world would have looked at me and described me as “the perfect white girl.” Many of them even described me as being “every white boys dream or fantasy.” I suppose I was, and I gladly accepted this fact.

Back then, like now, I was 5’6″ tall and 117 lbs. with a 34-24-34 figure, the longest and silkiest blonde hair, blue eyes and a face that looked a lot like Taylor Swift. Or, so people still say. My “B” cups were firm and perfectly-proportioned to my athletic body. I had been in ballet and cheerleading for many years, and I spent about 10 years of that time in gymnastics. There were 5 years where I modeled clothing in catalogs for large retail chains.

Modeling was dry and bland. I knew that I could continue, but why? I had enough money and I was smarter than that. I wanted to get even smarter and concentrate of getting degrees.

My parents were wealthy. They provided for me in the most amazing ways, and for that I am forever grateful. In Junior High and High School I was more of a “snob.” I was incredibly spoiled and had everything a girl could ever ask for. This included a large trust fund and three of my very own cars by the time I was 18. I also had hundreds of white boys chasing after me, and hundreds more afraid to approach someone as attractive as I was, and am. I know I should be more modest, and I am much more modest and humble now. Back then, I wasn’t.

I dated only a handful of boys in high school. They were all white and so obviously intimidated by me. Sure, they were the cutest of the bunch that chased after me, but they all seemed so wimpish and unassertive. I fantasized often about an aggressive man to just “take” me, and this was how I began to realize that I was naturally submissive. But, there were never any “takers” who can see through my bitch and snobby rich girl attitude to do this. Certainly, not any white men.

Blacks were rare in our school. I swear there couldn’t have been more than a dozen in the entire school, and most of them were girls. The few black boys there began to catch my attention right around my senior year. Despite being outnumbered by the white boys 1,000 to one, they all seemed extremely confident and masculine. They were bold and aggressive, and all 3 of them hung out together with their small “flock” of white girls. I became so attracted to them because of their dark, gorgeous athletic bodies and their dominant mannerisms within their group.