I'm white and I had to cut off a couple of black friends. One of them was a crazy crackhead always asking for money and just a wild, very unpredictable dude. I had to hit him with the
I've never had to cut anyone off for being racist or insensitive in that sense.
The only people I've had to cut off was cause they had issues and I realized I could gain nothing by keeping company with that person. Not only that, but that hanging out with them would be detrimental to me in the long run.
Back at my days as a pupil at Washington State, i enrolled in a summer class to get some extra credits out of the way.
Any who, summer courses were a breeze because there's only a few people on campus, instructors were on chill mode and the vibe is hella laid back.
It was an upper level advertising course and the teach put us in teams/groups. I was the account executive of our sqad and was basically in a group of all cacs (it was pretty much a white
school, so it shouldn't surprise you, that's the Pac 10/12 for ya).
Any who, throughout the duration of the quarter, the designated head media copy guy, (we'll call him Aaron, cuz that's real name) worked real close on projects and ended being real tight - on top of that, the rest of the group was 5 other girls, so
by default, with the machismo being the minority, we became good friends.
Towards the end of the semester, after presenting our ad campaign and passing with flying colors, we decided to go out for drinks. So the 5 broads and me and homedude ended up at the
Irish pub near campus and had a real good time.
Somehow, the conversation about dating inter racially came aboot and the girls were all receptive to dating outside their race... this somehow Aaron got all butthurt cuz these bytches weren't feeling him and were like, "oh yeah, we pretty much date all types of guys". But the cutest chick in the group, Breanna, was like, "Eh, i'd date an asian before a white dude, they're just so creepy... and most have zero swag and flair."
That made Aaron pissed off.
Then somehow, he made me the culprit for his anxiety and was, "Well, you wouldn't want to waste your time with an asian dude cuz they got small dikks!!"
At first, i was like, okay, this cat is mad cuz he ain't eating... and the broads were just having a good, he really made shiit awkward - and on top of that, implying that i was a stereotypical asian... that was disrespect at its finest (considering that i've been mad cordial and generous to this cat the entire semester).
So i did what any man who wanted to preserve his manhood would do...
I sent the entire group a pic of MY DYCK!!!
That was the last day of the semester so i wouldn't know how the group reacted.
The next day, i get back to Seattle (a 5 hour drive from campus) and remember being inside Costco with my moms and suddenly, i get a call from the area code to which my school is at. Thing is, i didn't recognize it because it wasn't from anybody in my group.
I pick up the phone (and i paraphrase or extrapolate all that i could remember from the dialogue, this was 7 years ago).
Me: Hello?
Officer: Hi! We received a complaint from a Mr. Aaron Anderson (cop said his name) that you sent him explicit/incriminating photos of your genetalia... he's not pressing charges but wants you to know that he was offended and
yadda yadda yadda (now y ou see, i don't recall the exact words from the cop, but it was something to that extext - although i do remember EXACTLY How i responded).
Me: Well officer, i'm not certain if Aaron detailed the context of the situation; my fellow classmates were out and about, celebrating our completion and award winning presentation when said project team mate said all asians weren't packing. I showed him otherwise. Wouldn't you have done the same?
Officer: *chuckled* you know, you just can't do that. It's not appropriate and people will find it offensive and grotesque.
Me; I apologize to you and only you, this will not happen again.
Officer: No problem, have a nice summer.
*click*
So that was it. Never trust a fukkin' cac, breaighs. This is why i am always on a campaign to say fukk 'em. Dude put himself in that position by calling me the fukk out so I had to show his ass.
Never spoke to him again... so cutting him off was a said given.
White people will snitch. Even petty shiit. I admit, i was a tad immature about the matter, but my manhood was on the line, and knowing that most of those white bytches would probably never encounter/date an asian dude in their lives, i had to leave them with a little visual memento.
The thing is... Aaron is a deceiving little b*stard. From most of our conversations, dude always came off like he was mad at the world on some bullshiit, but the way he articulated his quarrels were sinister on some dark humor shiit, so i always thought he was funny and amusing; we clicked on some Around the world In 80's Jackie Chan/Owen Wilson steeze.
Mothafukka brought me into his place during intense brainstorming sessions and we smoked out and played Guitar Hero together on some buddy buddy shiit. To this day, i still feel betrayed, but you know what?
Later during fall semester, i actually ran into Breanna at the bookstore... asked her to grab some latte with me. We hung out at a couple times, went to a few parties together... and shiiiitt... ended up beatin'...
We're still good friends to this day...
She's married now, but this was taken in vegas last year. Her man's to this day thinks she went down there for a convention...
Anyway, there was this white chick who was always on my dikk in highschool, we smoked a gang on blunts on different occasions. She ended up getting pregnant with a boyfriend and I was chilling at her house and literally just slept in this broads bed with her until he came through....
One day I go on Facebook and apparently some kid took a phone out of her stroller and she posted a status along the lines of "Guess what he was? Of course black..."
I definitely never spoke to that bytch after that.
I had to stop hanging out with my Kenyan buddy and his cac gf because she was too comfortable calling him monkey and other racist things. He got mad at me when I called her out on it. to both of em
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