Stop Telling Me You Want to Have Sex With Me
My skin color is not a fetish
I grew up bottled-fed on romantic novels. From Mills & Boons to Barbara Cartland to Danielle Steele, I read them all. The narratives were simple: boy meets girl. They hate each other in the beginning, and then they fall madly in love, get married, have children, and live happily ever after. The couples were attract…
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