We grew up with a light-skinned girl named Porky, and I went to junior high with this light-skinned dude named Porky, who lived in a different hood, who even had freckles. I didn't think this until well into my adult years, and all though I could be wrong, I think they both earned their nicknames because they were light-skinned. The girl we grew up with looked just like Tisha Campbell, with the same skin-tone, and almost the same build. But her siblings were either jet Black, or a little darker than brown-skinned. I don't know about the dude I went to junior high with, but I really think this girl I grew up with got her name because she was so much lighter than her siblings.
It seemed like coming up, her name changed from Porky, to Pooggy, but never did we call her Pookie. Then again, maybe it was Pookie when she was a baby, and they let us pronounce it wrong all those years. But the older she got, the more she probably didn't like Porky, or probably any of her nicknames. You'll learn that most brothers and sisters with hood names, don't really like them when they're adults, but you'll seldom hear them admit that. All her siblings had a hood nickname, but the friends on the block who got close to them in adulthood, would wound up calling them by their names on their birth certificate. That indicated they didn't always like being called those hood names when they got older. You'd be surprised what their real names are, especially this family, because they had some real, real hood names. I already named the girl, but if I name one of her siblings, then I'd probably be giving too much info. You never know who's reading this. The only other people that would call them by their real names would be their parents, or their significant other. Then again, they would called them by their nicknames off and on in seemed.
Most of us probably have cousins with hood names, especially the men. As we got further into adulthood, it seemed like sometimes they didn't mind being called these names, and sometimes they did. I began to realize most of my male cousins didn't like being called by these names in front of their wives or girlfriends, or in front of your new girlfriend. I never had a nickname, but when I think about it, I wouldn't want my cousins referring to me as my nickname in front of my girlfriend, or their new wive's or new girlfriends either, especially if I had a hood nickname like Pookie.
As far as Pookie, I only knew one. He passed away four weeks ago. He was the best friend of two of my older brothers. I didn't even know his nickname was Pookie, until I read his obituary. I did know his other nickname, which was Shorty, but I never called him that. I later learned he hated that nickname too, and only my older brothers were allowed to call him that. Based on what I knew about him, I already know he hated Pookie. Come to think of it, he was light-skinned too, and lighter than most of his family members as well, including his older brother.
I don't know about now, but it seems like back in the day, there may have been more of a correlation between Pookie, and light-skinned children, even Porky as far as I know. Btw, all these people I mentioned were born in the late 50's or early 60's.
Edit: His nickname was Bookie, not Pookie. I all ready know he hated that name too. I guess his light-skin didn't play a factor in his nickname after all. Come to think of it, nobody ever referred to him by his first name either. For some reason, he was always addressed by his last name, even by my brothers for the most part. And he took pride in being called by his last name.