Dear Mr. Horton...

I am a white woman. My name is (ahem-ahem). My neighbor is a black man named Mr. Horton. This blog is a collection of messages from me to him. I use the images of various models to deliver the messages for me, but the words written are mine.

[nikkibaladier-deactivated201701]

[dear-mr-horton]

No doubt about it! This shows it PERFECTLY. And it could say “enters the room” OR “follows my blog!”

I need help...

[dear-mr-horton]

Threatening spam: block user

This is the message I got from “cuckchris88“ via tumblr messenger:

Hey cunt, I will track down every single one of your accounts and find plenty of ways to make your life miserable. Don't fuck with me bitch.

Yeah, remind you of somebody?

So everybody block cuckchris88. Thank you.

[dear-white-boy]

MUSLIMS ARE NOT BLACK!

Going through my followers list, I have seen WAAAAY too many blogs that elevate “Muslim” guys to the status of Black Men.

BLACK MEN ARE GODS WITH GIANT COCKS WHO HOLD THE KEY TO WOMEN’S SEXUAL LIBERATION AND HAPPINESS.

MUSLIMS ARE TINY-DICKED LITTLE WIMPS WHO HAVE DECLARED WAR AGAINST FEMALE SEXUALITY BY MUTILATING OUR GENITALS AND IMPRISONING US IN BURQAS.

Even the small percentage of Muslims who are Black aren’t really Black. As far as I’m concerned, your “Black” privileges are revoked when you throw in with the vagina infibulators. (I mean, if you chop off my clitoris and labia, then the size of your dick doesn’t really matter anymore, now does it? And that’s the point.)

I’ve been going through my followers list and blocked DOZENS of these idiots who’ve elevated “Muslim” to “Black.” And it’s not over yet. I don’t care how many I have to add, I WILL NOT participate in… THAT. And I don’t give a fuck what anybody says.

-the Management

[dear-white-boy]

DONATE TO CAROLINA FOR KIBERA

ASK ME ABOUT IT!

[cumindatbitx]

[dear-mr-horton]

Dear Mr. Horton,

I promise I will not let you down, Mr. Horton. I will always wear what you tell me to wear, and I will always be ready for you at all times. I will check in with you every half hour to tell you where I am and what I’m doing and see if there’s anything I can do for you. You can call me whatever you want, and I will call you “Sir.” Whatever it takes to please you, Sir.

[damian-shadow]

[guidetrainlove-deactivated20200]

One that maintains a conversation record. YES

FUCKING

PLEASE

[mermaidsandcats29]

YES PLEASE

[bdsmafterthoughts-deactivated20]

Reblog because it’s important.

[littlemissannthrope]

Every time. Get on it, fools.

[hotwidow-deactivated20240429]

NOW.

[velvetundergroundvenusinfurs]

YES PLEASE!!!

[bigblackniggadick]

God yes!

👑♠️TeamNigger♠️👑

[dear-mr-horton]

Damn right!

[blackfemalesaresuperior]

[masterrockblackwell]

Rules of a New World.

[dear-mr-horton]

I swear to Mr. Horton, Master Rock Blackwell and every other black man that I will live according to these rules.

[dear-mr-horton]

Dear Mr. Horton,

Please let me make you happy. Let me make a home for you. Let me be by your side and support you, whatever you want to do. I don’t care about your past, you are a remarkable man who deserves to feel truly loved and to have your life filled with joy. Please let me be the one to do that for you.

Please think about it, Mr. Horton. That’s all I ask...

I hope your next parole hearing goes well. I will be waiting right here for you. Because I love you with all my soul.

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(NOTE: Wow. “Scarlett Madison,” huh? She’s magnificent. I’ll have to remember her...)

[happycolorfulhair-blog]

[dear-mr-horton]

I love you, Mr. Horton. I love everything about you, and I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.

I’m serious. I’ve dyed my hair and gotten piercings all over my body so I could be someone who stands out in the crowd. But now that I’ve met you, all I want to be is whatever you want me to be.

I’ll do my hair however you want, my makeup however you want, whatever it takes to make you happy me. I’ll do whatever you say. Because you are the most wonderful, beautiful man I have ever met, Mr. Horton, and I love you.

[dear-mr-horton]

Dear Mr. Horton,

My boyfriend is a drummer, and he’s doing a show with his rock band tonight, but I’m not going, because I’d rather spend the time with you.

Please tell me, if we’re going to be hanging out together, what music am I going to be listening to from now on?

OK, and what’s the right way for me to dress if I’m going to be listening to that kind of music?

OK, well, if there’s anything I need to know, any way I should be now that I’m with you... now that you and I are hanging out together, please let me know.

Thank you, Mr. Horton. Thank you so much...

[dear-mr-horton]

Dear Mr. Horton,

I usually only date white guys, mostly in bands. Like drummers and guitar players. But I feel a real connection with you.

From now on, I feel like listening to the kind of music you listen to. I feel like dressing the way you want me to dress, and wearing my hair the way you want me to wear it. I feel like being the way you want me to be.

Is that cool, Mr. Horton?

[dear-mr-horton]

Dear Mr. Horton,

Now do you see the type of boys I have to deal with in my everyday life? Now do you understand why I love you so much?

I love you, Mr. Horton, and I’m willing to do whatever I have to do to make a life with you... and without them.

[dear-mr-horton]

Yep, yep, yep. It seems like this railing is really secure, really solid. Like nothing could possibly dislodge it. Like no amount of even the most violent and furious repetitive pounding could bend or even budge this railing...

What do you think, Mr. Horton? Do you think you could budge this railing?

[dear-mr-horton]

Dear Mr. Horton,

I will be good to you. I will cook for you, I will clean for you, I will shop for you, and I will give you money when you need it. All I ask in return is that you please, please fuck me hard and dirty like only a Black Man can.

Thank you, Mr. Horton, Sir. I love you.

[dear-mr-horton]

Dear Mr. Horton,

Please let me ask you, do you think my new exercise routine is working out for me?

Hurry up and tell me what you think! I don't want any white boys to see me in this outfit!

[dear-mr-horton]

Dear Mr. Horton,

It's such an honor to finally meet you. The guys around here are just so... well, you know. They're white! But now that you're here, I know it's going to feel sooooo much better! I mean, it's going to be so much better... I mean... you know what I mean.

So, can I come over later and give you a proper welcome? I can bring some food and cook for you. In fact, let me give you my private number so you can reach me any time, and I can come and keep you company. It's just so awesome that you're here!