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You can then send a limited number of text, picture or video messages each day to your future play partners.On the surface, it appears as Whiplr is the mobile app that Fetlife should have built a few years ago and, for some reason, never did.Before my cup had a chance to return to the table, Peter said, “I’ve never hooked up with a Black guy before.” The tone of his voice sent warning chills running up the side of my arm. Even though I had heard the words so many times before, this time they made me feel like a wounded antelope found by a lion.I soon realized that everyone who had said those words to me said them with the same thirsty edge as Peter.With low voices they say, “You know, I’ve never hooked up with a Black guy,” as if they were boasting a generous trust fund or declaring their revolutionary work to tackle childhood malnutrition.
Men often assume I “like it rough” without me telling them any of my preferences. Also, when I first joined Grindr as a freshman, quite a few profiles proudly proclaimed “no Blacks.” While the words are rarely posted on profiles these days, their owners are likely no less racist.There are many men who don’t hypersexualize me or find me unattractive because I’m Black.It takes time to be able to figure out who to stay away from and accept that sometimes people just won’t message or answer you, but once you do, it makes life and dating much more manageable. I remember once, in a moment of naïve desperation, meeting up with a man who expressed interest in me, mainly due to my Blackness.For a while, it worked — I didn’t feel particularly weird about being called someone’s first Black date until I went to get coffee with one particularly bold Tinder match. He had a long face, full lips, and long, blonde hair that was cropped short on one side.
He had come into Starbucks wearing a blue, woolen blazer over an off-white sweater.
I had afro-picked my curls till I looked like the third member of Kid ‘n Play and solidified the do with ozone-depleting amounts of hairspray. “No, no,” I said, leaning forward to offer to my carefully sculpted hair, “It’s just that no one has asked me that in a while.” Peter grinned, exposing a slight snaggletooth that had failed to make an appearance in any of his Tinder pictures.