Jfl at this Bangladeshi currycel writing so much on why he enjoys BBC porn
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I’m a 22 year old guy from Dhaka, Bangladesh, which is a country with a 92% muslim population. I grew up in a conservative society where women are constantly told to cover up, act modest, and stay quiet about anything sexual. Even though I was fortunate enough to be born and raised in a more liberal environment, I couldn’t escape the slut-shaming, the double standards, and the way people looked down on women who owned their sexuality. But I never felt that way, and honestly, I hated it. From a young age, I was drawn to the girls who didn’t give a fuck—who wore what they wanted, flirted how they wanted, and weren’t afraid to be called “slutty.” To me, that wasn’t shameful. That was powerful. And yeah—it turned me on.
When I first began occasionally watching porn at my mid-puberty years, it felt kind of empty. Just something to get off to, with no meaning. Most of it was boring, soulless, and made the women look like props. But then I discovered Blacked—and everything changed.
The first thing that stood out was the quality. The cinematography was actually beautiful—moody lighting, smooth shots, the way they captured the contrast between dark and light skin. But it was the vibe, the energy, that got me hooked. Blacked didn’t just show sex—it showed desire. Women craving something real, something intense, and going after it with zero shame.
A lot of their stories revolve around women who are already in relationships. Married. Engaged. Dating some average guy who isn’t satisfying them. And then this tall, confident Black guy comes in—and you can feel the hunger in her. She knows it’s “wrong,” she knows people will judge her, but she still fucks him. Hard. And you realize: she’s not being “seduced”—she’s choosing it. She’s chasing the kind of raw, mind-blowing sex she’s been missing. And watching her take control of that moment? That’s insanely hot.
But there’s another layer to it that stuck with me. Blacked pushes this image that it’s always the baddies who go for Black guys. The bad bitches. The ones with tattoos, heels, and tight dresses. The party girls who know they’re hot and don’t care if you know it too. It’s like choosing a Black man becomes this symbol of rebellion—like saying “fuck your expectations, I’ll take what I want.” And that image, that link between Blacked and sexual liberation, felt different from anything I’d seen before. These girls aren’t being tamed—they’re being unleashed.
As a brown guy from Asia, I was also surprised to learn there’s still a lot of racism in the West when it comes to white women being with Black men. I’d see hateful comments online just because a white girl was with a Black guy, and it made me respect these women in the stories even more. They were choosing their own pleasure over society’s judgment. That really clicked with me.
Blacked made me realize that porn doesn’t have to be meaningless. It can be bold. It can be empowering. It can be art. And for someone like me—growing up in a place where even the idea of women having sexual freedom is taboo—watching these women cheat, rebel, and fuck like it’s their right? That felt revolutionary. It felt liberating.
View: https://www.reddit.com/r/blacked/s/zNQkY6O8hv
I’m a 22 year old guy from Dhaka, Bangladesh, which is a country with a 92% muslim population. I grew up in a conservative society where women are constantly told to cover up, act modest, and stay quiet about anything sexual. Even though I was fortunate enough to be born and raised in a more liberal environment, I couldn’t escape the slut-shaming, the double standards, and the way people looked down on women who owned their sexuality. But I never felt that way, and honestly, I hated it. From a young age, I was drawn to the girls who didn’t give a fuck—who wore what they wanted, flirted how they wanted, and weren’t afraid to be called “slutty.” To me, that wasn’t shameful. That was powerful. And yeah—it turned me on.
When I first began occasionally watching porn at my mid-puberty years, it felt kind of empty. Just something to get off to, with no meaning. Most of it was boring, soulless, and made the women look like props. But then I discovered Blacked—and everything changed.
The first thing that stood out was the quality. The cinematography was actually beautiful—moody lighting, smooth shots, the way they captured the contrast between dark and light skin. But it was the vibe, the energy, that got me hooked. Blacked didn’t just show sex—it showed desire. Women craving something real, something intense, and going after it with zero shame.
A lot of their stories revolve around women who are already in relationships. Married. Engaged. Dating some average guy who isn’t satisfying them. And then this tall, confident Black guy comes in—and you can feel the hunger in her. She knows it’s “wrong,” she knows people will judge her, but she still fucks him. Hard. And you realize: she’s not being “seduced”—she’s choosing it. She’s chasing the kind of raw, mind-blowing sex she’s been missing. And watching her take control of that moment? That’s insanely hot.
But there’s another layer to it that stuck with me. Blacked pushes this image that it’s always the baddies who go for Black guys. The bad bitches. The ones with tattoos, heels, and tight dresses. The party girls who know they’re hot and don’t care if you know it too. It’s like choosing a Black man becomes this symbol of rebellion—like saying “fuck your expectations, I’ll take what I want.” And that image, that link between Blacked and sexual liberation, felt different from anything I’d seen before. These girls aren’t being tamed—they’re being unleashed.
As a brown guy from Asia, I was also surprised to learn there’s still a lot of racism in the West when it comes to white women being with Black men. I’d see hateful comments online just because a white girl was with a Black guy, and it made me respect these women in the stories even more. They were choosing their own pleasure over society’s judgment. That really clicked with me.
Blacked made me realize that porn doesn’t have to be meaningless. It can be bold. It can be empowering. It can be art. And for someone like me—growing up in a place where even the idea of women having sexual freedom is taboo—watching these women cheat, rebel, and fuck like it’s their right? That felt revolutionary. It felt liberating.
