B is for Big Black Cock

Graphic artist and writer R will be breaking down everyday racism one letter at a time in his series, the A - Z of Microaggressions. This week, the letter B:

B

IS FOR

BIG BLACK COCK

What does it mean to be a Black individual under White (& colonial) gaze?

Is there any truth to the myth?

 And is it really such a bad thing?!

 

In case the narratives below, highlighting the experiences of different Black/African/African-diasporic individuals with penises, come across as unwarranted moaning, it is probably because the unseen and often untold history that led to this popular myth has some very foul and perverse origins.

The narrative which saw Africans being reduced to promiscuous savage beasts who needed to be tamed and handled by Europeans & Arabs is often neglected; so too are the acts of genital mutilations or castration by slave owners. However, it appears as though today’s popular ‘Big Dick’ narrative is largely fuelled by European slave and colonial history. The way in which Black people are hyper-sexualised based on their physical features, especially with matters concerning genitalia, often carries a whiff of the old colonial framing of a ‘Negro’. Sexual beasts with little brains.

The trophy penis. The dick experience. The Mandingo-male fantasy.
All the above view Black people with penises as temporary and momentary sensations.  Popular history books fail to show severed heads of Black slaves with their mutilated genitals stuffed in their dead mouths, nor will they show slave owners decorating their mantle pieces with jars containing their slaves' severed trophy penises. The books will also fail to question this odd obsession with Black genitalia. Blogs or sites with stories of men, women and couples looking for their B.B.C. will romanticise their experience-phase and, in some cases, even dramatise non-existent danger that their Black lover brought into their rooms. But again, these writers fail to address the reasoning behind this perpetuated stereotype that has become a fetish.

While certain people invest in these Mandingo-male fantasies, we need to question whether such people would equally invest in issues affecting the lives of Black people with penises. Or is the Black penis merely an experience for their consumption? Is this fetishising something one should be held accountable for, or does it add value to the life of the fantasised individual/people? In what ways does this process benefit the fetishiser and the fetishised, and in what ways does it negatively affect them? The more sensitive issues that stereotyping and fetishising fail to shed light on is how the Big Black Cock narrative affects young Black children growing up, how it affects their impressions of 'masculinity' and what it means to be a Black Male. We also fail to see how fetishising can create anxiety that forces a young individual to rush towards extremes to prove themselves worthy of their ethnic title, or how it might even force them into categorisation as a social outcast.

The individual complimenting the Big Black Cock may feel that they are simply voicing what is perceived to be a socially positive trait, yet the underlying issue of power and patriarchy is overlooked. As much as non-Black people perpetuate the Big Black Cock narrative, Black people themselves are guilty of doing the same. In such instances, the context is seen as ‘getting one over the White Supremacy’; it becomes less about sexualising Black penises and more about power and who holds it. 

The points mentioned are raised merely to create a discussion surrounding the topic of the Big Black Cock (B.B.C.) narrative, you will find no clear answers here. But the next time you see a Black person with a penis, ask yourself, do you sincerely appreciate the individual or do you appreciate the fantasy that comes with their skin colour? And, as a Black individual with a penis, how do you feel about being fetishised?

THE DICK INSPECTOR


“Is it true that Black men have huge penises?”
“I don’t know, I don’t really go around asking Black men that question coz I don’t particularly care… But you obviously do though, so you tell me.”

THE DISSAPOINTMENT

“Really!? But Marvel make movies for kids man..!”
“I know, but that Batman movie was just too… Too serious for someone like me, you know?
When I go to the movies, I don’t want to think, I just want to enjoy a movie… you know?
I just… I just want to be a kid again, haha.”
“I suppose… I guess we’re different that way; I like movies that make me think, you get me?”
“But they make it too serious! Like that one with the Joker? I liked that one, but it was too serious!”
“But Batman is a serious character...”

[An well dressed 30-something year old woman approaches]
“Sorry, I am a bit lost, do you know where the Thai restaurant is?”
“Sure, it’s just down the road, on the left.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome!”

“Wow… She was beautiful, eh?”
“Well… she wasn’t un-pretty I suppose...”
“You know what? I’d like to fuck her… But you know what would be better? I’d love to fuck her with your dick…!”

Never mind she never asked for anything other than directions, never mind she hadn’t felt or done anything to suggest interest in either of the two men, never mind Joseph & his boss were just beginning to get to know each other, it only took 5 minutes of their time together to turn into a conversation about Joseph’s penis.

THE REVIEWER


“Oh my god! I saw you with that Darkie last night, did you leave with him?”
“Yassss gurl! Deshawn? Daquan? Love, I did! I so fucking did!”
“So, is it true? Are they like… packing down there?”
“Well, this one was no porn-star… I mean, it was healthy… He did what he was meant to do…but he wasn’t no oak tree. But I think it’s because he’s mixed…”
“Ohhh…. Was he? I couldn’t tell...”
“Yeah. He was Black, but he wasn’t Black-Black, you know what I mean? I just really wanted to… you know…get a really big fat juicy one this time…!”
“Aww! Don’t worry babes, there’s plenty of good sausage out there for you! There’s this club I heard about from Stephanie, apparently it’s always packed with Black men...”
“Well hunty, hook a sister uuupppp….!”

Maybe it was because we had our hoodies up, maybe it was because our backs were facing them as they stepped onto the bus and sat behind us, but we couldn’t help eavesdropping on their loud and animated conversation which left us baffle and angry. Andy’s face said it all. Being a dark-skinned man in the South of England, it wasn’t anything new to him, and his expression was one of disappointment & sadness. As we got off the bus, the two glanced at us like vile, villainous fragments, their faces the shade of spite and disgust. It was perplexing. How can a person, in one breath express lustful desires, and with that very breath use it to power their disapproval of the same person/people. It didn't make any sense.


“It’s bonkers mate,” he said, “It’s absolutely bonkers! I’m expected to treat everyone as a human being, we’re expected to treat everyone as human beings, but I’m looked at as a disposable experience. It’s wrong! It’s wrong… It’s hurtful, it’s very, very hurtful. Not just for me, I’m sure the gay Black men they were talking about feel it too. What do I know, I mean, I can only imagine. But I’m sure being looked at like a test-sample feels just the same. And what for? All because of what we’ve been born with? I’m not even sure if it’s true what they say about us Black men.”

THE JAQUES


He’s commonly found in groups of people. The loud alpha-male, usually White, sometimes non-Black. We’ll call him Jacque.
Jacque is the centre of any party, he’s got all the famous comedian’s jokes memorised by heart, he probably dabbles in popular Black culture, he knows his memes and allows his insecurity to shine through whenever a Black male is in the group. The type of Black male who triggers untapped insecurities in Jacques tend to be the ones Jacques feels challenge him either with their intellectual capacity, their physical presence, social appeal or their financial status. Jacque will almost always turn the topic of the conversation or a joke to the Black individual’s penis.


“Hey! Make some room for him & his dick over here!”
“If I had enough money, I’d buy myself a penis as big as yours!”
“I bet the girls just come running after you when they see you, huh?”

Jacque will always try to pass off his penis-comments as banter, because what Jacque is really trying to do is to remind you, remind everyone in the group, that the Black individual in your circles is nothing more than a walking penis. A simple pleasure tower on two legs.

Look out for Jacque the next time you’re all out. Heck, he might just be you.

Erika Del Cid