This Story Is Dedicated To: Princess DonJae, Princess Eveeyah, Princess Ka, Princess
KimBoo, Princess Maia and Princess T.
THE PRINCESS FACTOR
When I was a child, my mother used to tell me and my two brothers that friends and family accused her
of raising us "like white children". As it turns out, it was a backhanded compliment regarding the quality of our upbringing.
My mother and father were totally devoted to me and my brothers. During our formative years, my parents
lives revolved around the three of us. We did virtually everything, as a family unit. We got sick of our parents.
They were ALWAYS around. We ate dinner together, shopped together went to church each Sunday and took an annual vacation.
Today, because of all the positive attention, I received from my King and my Queen, I believe myself to
be a Prince among men. Anyone that knows me understands that I don't have self esteem issues nor do I have a bloated
sense of self worth. I like myself. My brothers like themselves. I recall being the only child in my classroom
to color myself and my family brown, when depicting a family scene. Ironically, I was ridiculed by the other black children
whom had depicted themselves as color-less in their drawings!
BAPS Need Only Apply
It occurred to me recently that my choices in women have been heavily influenced
by my upbringing. Having been raised by a Queen among women, I have been inclined to pursue Princesses, to be by my
side. Every woman that I have tried to marry or ever had a serious interest in has been a Black American Princess.
I don't have any sisters. I have one female first cousin, with whom I had limited contact, growing
up. This desire I have for Princesses is a direct result of my relationships with my mother, her great aunt, my mother's
sister and some astounding women I met as classmates and teacher.
Pamie, Angie and Rita
From as early as I can remember, I was attracted to a certain type of girl.
I was about 2, when we moved into a home that my family owns to this day. Our next door neighbors had two daughters.
Pamie was my age and her sister Angie was an infant. aS time went by, it seems like I was always in their house.
I would even be present during their bath time. I remember questioning their mother as to why certain body parts looked
different on them. I don't remember her response but I still remember asking. There were lots more girls on the
street but never liked them as well. Pamie and Angie were just special and I knew it the moment I laid eyes on them.
About a year before Pamie and I started school, their family moved away to a palace in the Woodward Estates.
During my early school years, I got to know Rita who lived on the next street over. Rita and
her mom had a real big house but it was just the two of them which was unusual back then. I was always bugging her momma,
which eventually got me an invite into the yard, the swing set and house.
I knew at an early age that I loved women and girls. I have always had an interest in virtually every
woman I've encountered. Time and experience taught me hard lessons about the need to be discriminating in my choices.
By age 10, I found my self pursuing that girl that held her head the highest . I always wanted the alpha female of the
The One That Got Away
I met Raven on her first day on her way to elementary school. It was
the start of 5th grade. Her family had just moved into a house one block from our school. I happened to be walking
by as her and her sister emerged from the house. It was juvenile lust at first sight. Raven and her sister were taller
that most of the girls their ages. Raven didn't like being that tall and it showed. She was very pretty and had
long black hair in braids that went down her back. Even at 12, she was model beautiful.
We were in different curriculums, as a result, I didn't see much of Raven until high school. By age
17, she was a starlet; almost six feet tall and stacked beyond belief! We had a 10th grade psychology class together.
That particular classroom was the incubator of several long term relationships. I met Kathy, Daria and a girl name Cassandra.
I pine for Princess Cassandra, to this day. But that's typical for my homatic life.
Raven always got to class early. I was always arriving, right after the bell rang. When I walked
in that room our eyes would meet and I would begin to feel a tingling sensation, in my chest. We would both begin smiling.
One day, I wondered in at the same time as my friend Kathy. She observed me and Raven as we gorged on teenage lust.
Kathy commented on the obvious attraction between Raven and I and encouraged me to pursue her. Kathy's assessment was
right on but what she did not understand; at 17 I was deathly afraid of being involved in a meaningful relationship with anyone. Whenever
Raven looked deeply into my eyes, I would fall into a daydream about picket fences and a house full of children. NO
NO NO! Not then.
I ran into Raven, a few years ago. The look in her eyes told me that she had truly wanted that picket
fence and that gaggle of children with ME. It was evident that she was not happy that I had passed. Raven was
still quite beautiful. It was obvious that she believed that I had not treated her in a manner commensurate with
her royal status.
Princesses Never Forgive
Before the Days of Lust between me and Raven, I had a tryst with Hippie Princess
Alexandra of the Woodward Estates. I made the acquaintance of Alexandra at the middle school in a catchment area
that included her neighborhood-where Pamela and Angie ran off to-and mine. Alexandra was to became my Lady in Waiting.
On the last day of our first year of high school, Alexandra stepped to me and coyly suggested that we should
not allow the whole summer to go by, without seeing one another. I choked. I stood there, at a loss for words,
mulling over going to her parents mansion and having to deal with them and their acrimony over our differences. I stood
there thinking about being stopped by the police cause I had Hippie Princess Alexandra riding shotgun. Not taking
her to downtown movies. Not going to the mall, because we lived in the most racially intolerant city in the Midwest.
I feigned indifference to the idea. Princess Alexandra walked away in tears. Even at 16,
I was unwilling to commit social suicide, even at the expense of my own feelings.
Feudal politics and my bigotry got the best of me that last day before summer.
I ran into Hippie Princess Alexandra about two years ago. She had become Juris Doctor Alexandra.
She acted like she didn't remember me, then relented. We exchanged business cards and left it at that.
Pom Poms & Tiaras
In between high school and that last angst filled encounter with Raven, I went
away to college. At the University, I met a bevy of BAPS. I dated several Princesses from a cloistered community
near the college campus. Unlike the BAPS from the hood, most of those young Princesses had never had a close encountered
with real "inner city brothas" before living in the dormitories. Most of their male contacts, prior to college, had
been their siblings or the white bread from the community. In any event, the brothas from the hood were a dramatic
change from the guys they had grown up with.
The young women from East Langerville, Princesses all. Their parents were educators, doctors and lawyers.
One on the Princesses told me that her father had warned her that brothers from the city were "animals". That
may be the sole reason that she ended up with one of the loudest unrefined brothers to come out of the inner city! The
rest were satisfied with our ruff neck veneers. The Princesses readily recognized eggheads masquerading as tuff
The East Langerville Princesses were the most sexually enthusiastic women I encountered, while at the
University. They were for the most part, former cheerleaders or ex-jocks. They had healthy libidos and liked men;
particularly if the men were athletically inclined or just taller and rougher than everybody else.
When I graduated and came back home, I managed a clothing store in my old neighborhood. There was
a rookie cop that would come into my store. She was Black and Japanese. I know with some certainty that all mixed
race babies are not good looking but you wouldn't know it by looking at this woman. She was model beautiful and had
shoulder length wavy black hair that she hid in a bun under her cap. She would come into the store with her beat partner
to warm up. On occasion, she would take her cap off. Princess Mononoki straight from the forest! I was so
smitten by her that one day I put my arm around her only to awkwardly grab her gun! I was in love. Princess Mononoki
was in love too: with a married cop! I stood at the drawbridge and begged entry. To no avail.
The Princess Bride
Princesses have an aspect of their personalities that they reveal only to their
most trusted confidants. After I left the clothing store and began working for my present employer, I met Princess Lynette
of Grixdale Commons. She was an only child. Spoiled, self centered and aggressively self assured. She had
the face of an angel and the libido of a sailor on shore leave. I'm quite sure that she was the great, great, great,
great grandchild of the Marquis De Sade. Princess Lynette had a need to be severely punished for crimes real and
imagined. She had been a very, very bad girl, in her past lives.
I had to break it off with the Princess Lynette. She was making it increasingly difficult to have
"normal" relations with anyone that didn't want to be garroted then severely beaten before and during sex.
I eventually changed jobs to get away from Princess Lynette. I moved downtown. My new job required
that I call satellite offices to obtain work related information. I started talking to one particular woman on a regular
basis. Before we knew it, we were talking weekly. I finally convinced her to come by the estate for some routine
maintenance on her Chevy. Princess Dracula stayed for 5 days. I checked the oil and gave her a lube job.
She drove so well, I married her.
Reputa The Beauta
Princess Dracula was never happy in my castle. My estate was to the east.
Too much exposure to the sun! She secretly longed to be to the west, in the Dale of Roses, so her and her family could
run in and out of one another's crypts with wanton abandon. Deytoi, to the east, is not for the faint of heart.
Alas, she brooded over her circumstance to our undoing.
How do you remove Dracula from your home? You don't. I moved out of my castle and became the
Prince of Mid Town. Since my expatriation from East Deytoi, I have made the acquaintance of several members of
the royal blood.
Put Down The Tiara And Grab Those Handcuffs
I have a Princess Jones. I only want to involve myself
with women that have an intrinsic belief that they are extra extra.
There are inherent rewards to having a Princess. They tend to have "good girl" issues that have to
do with the way they were raised. Most of them are/were "Daddy's girls". And they were either wildly popular
or the most hated because they are who they are. The complex nature of the royal beasties make for very exciting times
behind closed doors.
For me personally, the "WHY" of my deep seated attraction to Princesses is for yet another discussion.
I will have to talk it over with my psychiatrist, Princess May Lee and get back with you.