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Old Black women have sex

Every time there’s a Black woman in a movie, she either is a prostitute or a woman that doesn’t have a sexual relationship with anyone.  The story of Black women and sexuality is a complicated one.  African slaves were thought of a hyper sexual.  The men were supposedly overly sexual rapist.  The women were supposed to be sexual sirens that no man could resist.  Both of such tales are complete bull shit.

It would be nice to say that we, as a society have moved past such dated beliefs.  But look at the representations of Black women in the media.  We have the half dressed video vixens and a bunch of mammy figures.  Then we have the Tyler Perry shows that show a little of both stereotypes.

So many of the Black mother figures on TV these days are overweight, jovial and anything but sexy.  Every woman that doesn't have children on TV is a one dimensional sex objects.  There's no actual portrayal of Black sexuality.

The problem is that the entertainment industry is extremely important in shaping how society sees minority groups.  It also has a lot to do with how minorities see themselves.

It's screwed up that a lot of the bull shit that gets passed on isn't being done by rich White guys.  Black people are putting this stuff out.  Why is it so easy for everyone to attack rappers for their foolery but when Steve Harvey puts out another movie about Black men being worthless, nobody says shit? 

Now, I know that brothers got plenty of issues in the dating area but where is the movie that aims to change bad behavior instead of making light of it?  And, when will there be mature Black women on TV that have mature sexual relationships?

For example, look at the women in "The Help".  One of them had a man that apparently ran off, the other has a man that kicks her ass.  These two are the noble heroines of the racist south.  All their love goes to the family that they are working for.  They don't get any love.  They don't care about waking up alone every day.  They just work and persevere like noble savages.  They don't come off human at all.

That is a terrible life to live but these are the types of older Black women that we glorify.  I want older Black women to live out happy lives and have happy relationships even if they aren't married.  I have heard Black women say "I don't need any man accept Jesus".  Now, I think having some Jesus in your life is a good thing but I can't help but to think "How is that working out in the bedroom?" 

When we take sex away from people, it is dehumanizing.  Old Black women are some of the most humane people I've ever been around.  Their capacity to love is astounding given the cards that some of them have been dealt.  They deserve to be able to have a sexual relationship out of wedlock without shame.  We are doing them a complete disservice when we have so many influences that show them that they can't behave like human beings.

We tell gay people to own their sexuality.  We educate our children so they can learn to handle their emotions.  Why should we tell Black women they have to morph into mammy when they hit 35 and don't have a husband?  It is a new day for us all.  Old Black women out there, own yourselves.  You have the right to love someone you aren't planning to marry.  You have the right to a natural, sexual appetite.  You have a right to feed that hunger.

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