I didn’t grow up a feminist, but I became one in college, declaring Women’s Studies as a second major.
If I really believed as I was taught – that white people weren’t to be trusted and that intimate relationships with men were fraught with inequality – then I should have bristled at the idea of Jay claiming me as property.
And a white man asserting his ownership of a Black woman wasn’t politically correct by any means.
If he could elicit such reactions from me in public, it stood to reason that our eventual private encounters would prove exponentially more intense.
* * * bout four weeks into the relationship, we set a date for what would be our first night together.
But I did it anyway because this was an experience that I’d chosen. On our first date, I’d asked Jay about writing “kinky” on his dating profile.