Stop Telling Me You Want to Have Sex With Me

My skin color is not a fetish

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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 attracted to each other for…