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Leah Livingston | October 7, 2009
Like many of you I acted on a curiosity that had lingered for decades. I wondered what it was like to be with a black man for the first time. After 13 years of marriage, I thought I would broaden my perspective in regards to dating two years after my divorce. It was a very enlightening experience that countered every falsehood that my parents and family told me in life. I found an educated gentleman in his mid-thirties, completing his Masters degree at a local college in the Inland Empire Area of Southern, California. I lived in a small community known as Grand Terrace.
Like most suburbanites unfamiliar with African Americans, I thought of all of the negative aspects as
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