I’m Not Down With The Swirl (Yeah I said it)

OMG Girls, I just found this in my drafts from FOUR. YEARS. AGO!  (I didn’t edit it except to add gifs and links) I’m going to have to do a follow up to this soon! 


The worst pickup line I’ve ever received was from a middle aged ginger dude who looked me up and down slowly, licked his lips and leaned in to let me know that he “goes wild for dark chocolate.” I was on the subway, alone, wearing my engagement ring, my wedding band….and eight and a half months pregnant.

While I probably should have been more offended that this man would hit on a married woman whose water could break at any moment, my angry texts to my friends were ranting about his tacky, fetishy come on. As if letting me know he likes black women was supposed to make me jump into his lily white arms with gratitude that he finds my skin color worthy of his lust.

  as if


My cousin recently told me that I was a “tumblr celeb.” ….that my maternity photo shoot images were plastered all over “interracial tumblr” blogs. A short google images search later, and I was staring at me, my husband, and my huge belly all over people’s blogs and pinterest boards. I also found a huge world I never knew existed. A swirling world of interracial relationships. Not a variety, mind you, it was namely, black women trolling for non-black (mostly white) men.


At my ripe old age of 31, I didn’t realize what a “thing” (read: fetish) interracial relationships, and marriages had become. Yes, I know there’s a “black girl fetish” and have dealt with come-ons from my share of guys wanting to “try a black girl” (barf!) in the past. But now I’m learning that there’s a growing “white boy fetish” that is spreading like wildfire.

“Swirling” seems to be a term that is used to describe any interracial or intercultural relationship, but all around the interwebs when I see “swirl” used, it’s regarding a black/white mixed race couple. My husband is white, I am black, my son is biracial, however, I am not “down with the swirl.” This term is almost as annoying to me as “jungle fever” though it’s much less racially insensitive.

For a black woman, “swirling,” as opposed to just simply “dating” makes the priority finding a partner that is not black. Maybe I’m out of touch but shouldn’t the priority be with finding a partner that is awesome… no matter what shade of skin?

nikki shrugging

My husband is not a trophy. He’s not my prize. He’s a man, who happens to be white, that I love and am choosing to do life with. We’re raising a family together and our son is not a “swirl baby” as a woman in Penn Station recently called him, with a nod of approval. (Why couldn’t she have just called him a cute baby?) He’s simply a biracial boy.

I’ve been asked numerous times (even by my blog readers) how to “get a white boy” and asking me what I did to attract him. Because, of course, all caucasians are the same, just like all African Americans are the same. And whatever I did to “get” my husband is what they must do as well. Seriously? How small is your mind?


c'mon son

I love the idea of black women, well, all women really, dating outside their race. I love that a person’s color doesn’t automatically determine their mate’s color. It’s great! It was illegal for my husband and I to be married, not so long ago. Being open to different races and cultures should just be the norm. Who we marry should be determined by our values and what we deem important in our relationships. The color of their skin, and the country their parents came from should be an afterthought, not part of the equation.

With this whole “swirling” movement, the fact that a person’s color is now the major factor is unsettling. Some argue that it’s no different than having a “type” preference like blondes vs brunettes. Um no. Because of how deep the race and color issues go (in America and abroad) there is a huge difference in the two and we’d be naive to pretend there isn’t.

Which is why the intentional “swirling” movement rubs me the wrong way. It turns the Black woman into a hunter, and the white man into the prize. Feelings of pride are being placed on being “chosen” by the white partner. Black women viewing interracial dating and marriage as a “come up” shows the deep rooted, unsubtle belief that white is better than Blacks are “less than.” A notion that is consistently reinforced by our society – but I digress.

oprah says don't go there

I wish interracial dating and interracial marriage weren’t even terms. I get that they “have” to be, with how our world is with the need to label every damn thing, but I wish it was just simply: dating or marriage. Why are interracial couples “swirling” instead of simply dating?

I’m pro interracial everything but I’m not down with the “swirl” and I never will be, no matter how Irish my husband. I encourage all women who’ve emailed me about the topic to drop the label as well. Just find a great guy….not necessarily a great non-black guy. 


I found this old post yesterday and wanted to edit it immediately since it felt unfinished. Plus… it was SO old, and I had just learned about “swirling” being a term.  And now it’s commonplace. I’m glad I didn’t though. I’m still not a fan of the term and my disgust has actually grown over the years as my children have been added to the mix and I’ve been exposed to other women who date and marry interracially (or want to). I think I’ll eventually write a piece on how creepy people are about mixed race children and an update to this piece on swirling at large, and what I’ve discovered about majority of the black women “swirlers.”  Stay tuned. 🙂




  1. says

    So I can’t come on here and say yea for #TeamSwirl LOL Jeff and I have been together for over 20 years and I recall when Black men would say snide ish and be like it’s ok for them to date outside their race but not us. Boy bye!

    But it’s crazy and you know there’s a website called swirlworld. -_-

    • Dani says

      Lol, only you can come in with that mess cuz I know you’re not all jacked up in the head and didn’t only marry your husband so you can have a baby with light eyes and “good” hair. …….::looks at you side eyed::….. or DID you…..? 🙂

  2. says

    I can so relate! What’s sad about me is that I was actually against interracial relationships before I met my husband AND after. After I was married my sister was dating a white guy and I tried to find every black guy for her that I could lol. It sounds silly, I know. I’m not like that anymore. If I had a dollar for how often people asked if my husband has a single brother or cousin I would have an extra $100-150 extra in my pocket. I wasn’t looking for a white man. I wanted a black man. My husband just happened to find me first and he was so persistent I had no choice but to give him a chance and I’m very glad that I did. I don’t try to capitalize on the swirl thing. I learned about it last year thanks to some swirl instagram group following me. Recently, my best friend encouraged me to blog about being in an interracial relationship and be proud of #interraciallove the same way people are proud of #blacklove. Idk. We’ll see.

    • Dani says

      I hear you. Certainly be proud of who you married. Hell yeah. (PS I didn’t expect to marry outside of my race either. ::shrug::) But that skewed selfhating view of a white dude as your savior, or proof that you’re better than because your white mate is better than in your eyes, is my issue. It’s so gross and sad.
      I’m proud to be married to my husband, but not because he’s white. I’m down with interracial love (obvi) but not with that other ugly aspect of interracial dating.

  3. says

    I too didn’t seek out my husband. My “type” was tall, the absolute darkest of chocolates, and athletic. Then, I met my 5’7″, on a good day, void of any and all melanin, husband. He didn’t look like any guy I’d ever dated or thought I would marry, but he had all the qualities I wanted and needed. 10 years later, here we are.

  4. says

    Oh my goodness! I think this is a great post. My husband is black but that wasn’t the first thing that attracted me to him. I have always hated terms like swirling. Anything that tries to make a separation. I to this day remember getting in some kid’s face because they called my cousin an Oreo. I mean really! I find myself irritated by the women who complain about being alone but then say they want a black man. I understand having a preference but if I were single and dating I would like to think I would be open to all races. I think I would still be with my husband no matter what his race is. Sorry for the book.

  5. says

    I’m not sure if it’s completely related, but I was thinking about how Dr. MLK talked about judging people by the content of their character, and how our society quickly ignores that when we’re talking about dating.

    I like nice, respectful men. That is all. So happy that you found yours. 🙂

  6. says

    I am so glad you didn’t edit this peace. It is perfect and still SO relevant. I am not “down with the swirl” either. I merely married my soulmate, who happens to be white. He didn’t choose me for my skin color nor I him for his. Yet, it is amazing how often that is what people believe to be a motivating factor in us getting together. We met, fell in love, got married, and had children. Pretty basic story, wonderful to us, but your basic girl meets boy story that has nothing to do with race.

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