Jungle Fever 

We know Beauty isn’t skin deep, but what about attraction?   

The concept of race shaping others’ opinions of me isn’t new.

My skin colour is ever-present: it permeates all facets of my existence, it bleeds into my opinion of myself and often looms over each of my decisions. But my race does not define me.

And skin colour is the first thing people notice about racialized folk,  but  there’s more to us than the shade of our bodies.

I am not black first;  I am black always. Regardless of any accolades, failures, successes and hardships I face in my life, I will continue to be black, and I will carry the weight of that for the rest of my life.

The  stereotypes associated with blackness  are changing.  Hip hop is the number one genre in the world  according to the popular audio streaming service Spotify, which offers its services in 62 countries globally.  For eight years, the U.S. presidential family was black,  the Kardashians have built an empire on appropriating black culture and now being black – or at least adjacent to it – is desirable.

This revelation brings along a variety of truths and insecurities for people of colour, whether they’re ready for them or not.

Alongside  dealing with the systemic inequalities of constantly being an “other,” people of colour now have to deal with this idea that darker skin is a hot commodity. While this issue manifests itself in a variety of different ways like tokenization, misrepresentation and cultural appropriation, it’s scariest iteration comes about with the fetishization of people of colour.

When you’re deemed desirable by a single feature, one which exists entirely out of your control, the world of romance gets a lot harder to navigate.

Tinder becomes a nightmare; it’s nothing more than an endless assembly line of people who don’t look like you, looking for someone who does. The amount of pick-up lines surrounding chocolate that we’ve all heard and hated,  is both appalling and unsurprising.  First-dates  inevitably turn  in to  a  challenge:  trying to find out whether or not the other person is just looking to get their “black  or  brown belt.”

Even if you decide to only date other people of colour, (which isn’t fair, but in the life of racialized people, few things are considered fair) the world of dating  gets harder  still,  when there’s less fish in the sea.  Halifax is  neither as big  nor as diverse as it makes itself out to be; most of us can’t find  romance  within these  same,  small,  communities of colour  that  we can find.

In the unlikely event  we find a non-racialized person who loves us for who we are  and can handle the everyday struggles  people of colour  experience, we still have to watch them face the judgement and pain they undeservedly receive for dating a person of colour.

Fetishizing  people of colour brings with it a double  consciousness in modern culture:  white and non-racialized people continue to hunt for “black queens” or “BBC’s” (Big Black C*cks)  and  any other term used to objectify and demean POC’s,  but  also vilify  and  slander  those  with a racialized significant other.

Idealizing people of colour doesn’t negate or erase the centuries of negative stigma, it only  serves as  another way to define people of colour by their stereotypes  and take away their personhood.

In other words, black being suddenly “cool” doesn’t make “night rider” a term of endearment.

The realities of love, sex and romance are confusing and challenging for anybody, but  it’d  be a lot easier if we let people of colour be people.

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  1. delight on March 5, 2018 at 7:58 am

    Thanks for finaⅼly talking about >Jungle Feveг 
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