Why Black Love matters


Black Lives Matter

I recently found out about a movement gathering steam called, BLACK LOVE MATTERS!  My immediate question was, is it similar or dissimilar to the Straight Black Pride Movement? We all ready know the Black Lives Matter is an anti-Afrikan and really and anti-Black Love movement, because it embraces the death style of homosexuality.  Black and intelligent people overstand that homosexuality has nothing to do with heterosexuality…you know the thing that physically created all these homosexuals, pedophiles, animal fuckers and other “gender” defining nonsense, they are trying to shove down our throat?

I asked the question because the cave monkey is tricky. As I googled more information on Black love Matters, i keep seeing Black lives matter coming up, along with pages on top of pages of Black Lives matter being associated with the LGBQTRSUVWXYZ….or whatever the “deferential designation” they are giving mentally unstable people these days.

Video on Black Love Matter

The above video has two brothers presenting what they believe love is and what the Black Love matter is about. The issue I have with a lot of us is that we lack certain discerning ability and are very basic in our approach to this anti-Afrikan world. And basic is a step up from the many other manifestation of the slave DNA that still runs rampant in our genes. How these brothers are presenting love, is based on a yurugu, Christianized concept of love. This concept leaves out a clear responsibility and having a standard. Clear responsibility and standard, as a MAN and a WOMAN.  The Afrikan concept of love includes reciprocity and clear responsibility. It includes having a standard of what love is, or anyone can use any definition of what love should be…. like Objectum Sexuality. Yet the manufactured being called the kneegrow say love, as if it exists by itself is all. They throw love out there, as if you can just say I love you and everything falls in place. Now granted the brothers mentioned a few things in the video that implies responsibility and efforts. But unlike the SBPM, their inclusive stance has allowed the infestation of elements of the black Lives matter disease. Check out the link, where this movement is about internationalization and inclusion, far different from the SBPM.

Black Love Matters

The planning and organizing team, which included the three co-founders of #BlackLivesMatter, barely introduced themselves to the attendees, and there were no pictures or bios of them to be found in the program or on the official website.

Those in the know and who follow…not just be aware…follow the Irritated Genie, overstand what the Straight Black Pride movement is all about. And if you do, you will overstand why the biggest opposition to the SBPM, is not the savage white pathologists, but the kneegrow feminist bed wench, and homosexuals. This is not about Black Love…or even Black lives mattering to the system of white pathology, and the pawns used to make Afrikan people becoming more of a threat than they normal are.

What is Black Love? In order to overstand this, one must first break down the meaning behind the two words. While the term black is seen in some quarters as a unhealthy description of Afrikan people as a “negative” to the “positive” of “white” or even Brown/light skinned tone.


  1. black color or pigment
  2. of any human group having dark-colored skin, especially of African or Australian Aboriginal ancestry
  3. having dark skin, hair, and eyes :  swarthy <the black Irish>b (1) often capitalized :  of or relating to any of various population groups having dark pigmentation of the skin <black Americans> (2) :  of or relating to the African-American people or their culture <black literature> <a black college> <black pride> <black studies> (3):  typical or representative of the most readily perceived characteristics of black culture<trying to sound black> <tried to play blacker jazz>

Since the description includes identifying the physical look of a people, this excludes Ronda Rousey and Rachel Dolezal, or any other vermin, the kumbaya kneegrows wishes to allow amongst us.


  1. an intense feeling of deep affection.
  2. a person or thing that one loves.
  3. feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

I have my own deeper description of love and what it entails, but as one can see how the homosexual or race traitors can use this spare definition to want to include themselves in the mix. Black Love is basically an intense feeling of affection, whether sexual or Afromantic, towards another black person. Coons and sambos, bed wenches and lawn jockeys missed this concept, as they strive to include other ethnic groups into the mix, diluting it into a “we love everybody movement”. This is because most of us, even the so called conscious ones, are afraid to love those who look like them. And most importantly, those who behave according to traditional Afrikan rationality.

Black Love is primerely about a man and a woman, interacting with each other, first on a social, intellectual, emotional/spiritual AND then sexual level.  It has to be based on the succession laid out above, or else, it won’t work. We confuse sexual attraction, with love, therefore we miss the beauty of the union of the two energies on the emotional/spiritual and intellectual level. Those who introduce sex into a relationship, before there being an emotional or intellectual are either slaves to their lower selves, and thus lacking discipline, or they are users and takers. Addicts to the thrill of engaging multiple sexual partners, who all have commitment issues. Relating on a sexual level is a non sustainable position, which soon sees boredom and restlessness setting in.

The boredom and restlessness is why an increasing amount of relationships break up. Black love has lost the purpose of its being. Man is a social creature, thus coming together is not unusual, the purpose of coming together once was about extending your lives. For a woman to show how much she loves her man, she is willing to reproduce themselves each. Today, reproducing yourself is incidental and can be remedied through abortions, vasectomy and contraceptives, that damages the females internal organ and womb. A purely sexual relationship is shallow and like crack, induces the addict to increase the volume and frequency. This is the gist of homosexuality, with the additional acts of unnatural behavior thrown in. Behaviors such as anal sex, strap on, fisting, gerbils, lesbianism, bondage and rape scenarios.  This flies in the face of rational people, coming together spiritually and intellectually. It is a cry from emotionally damaged people coming together to form purely physical gratification, but never spiritually or even emotionally satisfied, as their emotional wound can never be healed this way.

True black love is about sustainability. True black love is about setting a standard, that your off springs can emulate. If not yours, then the next generation coming up.  Since we have become infected by the poisons of western (white) (un)civilization, we lurch drunkenly from situationship to situationship and call it a relationship. High cases of divorces and even higher incidents of cheating fills our news feed and social media contents, becoming a spectacle and the norm in a ass backward society.

Note: this is a topic I wish to tackle in my next post.

My views of Love is …Love is a small gift basket or package, that is stuffed with the following:

  1. Respect
  2. Appreci-loving
  3. friendship
  4. overstanding
  5. mutual acceptance
  6. mutual goal setting
  7. comfort-ability
  8. laughter
  9. Sex
  10. support
  11. adoration
  12. sharing
  13. caring
  14. commitment
  15. affection

All wrapped up with a satiny black ribbon.

Black Love is a beautiful song. It’s a new spring day after a harsh winter, a bright morning filled with fresh air, that infuses your being and engorges you with life.  This is what Black Love feels like

Love Song


I have to adore the earth:
The wind must have heard
your voice once.
It echoes and sings like you.
The soil must have tasted
you once.
It is laden with your scent.
The trees honor you
in gold
and blush when you pass.
I know why the north country
is frozen.
It has been trying to preserve
your memory.
I know why the desert
burns with fever.
It was wept too long without you.
On hands and knees,
the ocean begs up the beach,
and falls at your feet.
I have to adore
the mirror of the earth.
You have taught her well
how to be beautiful.