There was a clear contrast, not just in their skin tones, but in the energy of the scene. There was this intensity in the interactions between the black man and the white woman that I hadn’t noticed in other types of porn. It wasn’t just the sex itself—it was the racial dynamic, the way the performers were positioned in relation to each other. There was this sense of power, passion, and contrast that felt different—like the racial difference between them added an extra layer of excitement.

The more I watched, the more I found myself returning to these specific videos. Over time, it wasn’t just a curiosity—it became a preference, then a habit. I’d go through other videos, but nothing compared to the intensity of interracial porn. The racial contrast—between the dominant black man and the submissive or eager white woman—started to feel necessary to my sexual experience. I felt like I was wired to respond to that specific type of dynamic.

It wasn’t conscious at first, but over time, my brain became conditioned to associate pleasure with this particular formula. The black man with the white woman, each taking on certain roles—he as powerful, she as submissive. It wasn’t something I consciously chose to believe, but after repeated exposure, I began to accept this narrative. The more I watched interracial porn, the more I internalized the idea that white women needed black men to reach their sexual peak.

Looking back, I realize that the term “brainwashed” isn’t far off. Not in the sense that someone deliberately manipulated me, but because the constant exposure to interracial porn had affected me. It wasn’t about me actively choosing to believe that white women “needed” black men, it was about how pornography and media in general often reinforces stereotypes. These stereotypes became so normalized in my mind that I started accepting it.