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I’m Carla Thomas better known as Fly Carla. I’m a celebrity stylist and TV Host who enjoys traveling. I’m always on a plane or in a showroom.

Fly Rant: I Dated a Black Trump Supporter

Fly Rant: I Dated a Black Trump Supporter

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And I’m embarrassed cause this dude is a complete nutcase. And that’s what I get for attempting to date outside of my norm. I should have left him alone the first time I saw him in Skechers. He said I dressed too bold and I said he lacked flavor. And yet we tried, multiple times. 

I’ve been wanting to write about this guy for a while, but it finally felt fitting as we’re in the midst of the Republican National Convention. I’ve been watching the RNC because I like to watch the lies of the Republicans in real time and partly because I’m waiting for him to show up. 

I really felt as if I was on the A Black Lady Sketch Show while we dated. It was one comedic circumstance after another and I was all in. I really helped this negro write an OP-ED about how Trump has done more for Black people than any other President, knowing good and well that it’s false. President Lyndon B. Johnson did the most for Blacks by shepherding the passage of the Voting Rights Act, the Civil Rights Act and the Fair Housing Act. Trump has done the very least for Black folks. 

Yet I helped ‘cause I was trying to showcase how ride or die I was and surely, First Lady Michelle didn’t agree with everything that President Barack did. But Michelle and Barack Obama we were not. More so because he didn’t have an ounce of the swag that Obama possesses. He also furthered my theory that Black men from California are corny AF. I came to this conclusion in undergrad at Howard University and I haven’t been proven wrong yet. 

Barack he was not, but let’s be clear: I’m Michelle - a down to earth, around-the-way girl who is extremely intelligent. Mrs. Obama went to Harvard; I went to Yale University (for a specialized summer course) which he didn’t believe ‘cause how could a tatted Baltimorean be so brilliant that she went to Yale. If I were to believe that a Black man from Compton works in politics and is an avid Trump supporter, then the audacity of him to doubt me.

“You’re so edgy,” he would often proclaim. 

“You’re so corny,” I retorted. 

Yet, again, here we are, cuddling while watching Stephen King’s Misery after he made me some bomb tacos for dinner. Californians are good for cooking Mexican food.

We swiped right on each other four years ago because our profiles were similar. I do TV work as does he. That was our common denominator. I am a high functioning budding entrepreneur and he is an entrepreneur who is further than me in his television career and in business. He had coins and he’s a Christian. He checked off a few boxes. 

The real box that he could never check was having a deep love of Black people.

I didn’t date him consistently for four years, I cut him off within months of meeting him. We reconnected once more and then I cut him off again and kept it moving for years. Our last foray started last September when two losers swiped right on each other once again. 

He invited me to a Nationals’ game and I accepted and the foolery started again. I foolishly thought dude would grow up and get some therapy within the years of not talking but nah. Upon meeting up, he immediately found disdain in my outfit for a freakin’ ballgame. I was in athleisure which is on-par for a sports game. 

I don’t apologize for my sexiness. I looked juicy in leggings and a crop top, I even threw a jean jacket over my fit to soften the blow. I was lit. And I played into all of it as I received looks from everyone from the concession stand employees to the guy next to me in the stands who explained to me some confusion I had of the game. 

I wouldn’t have done the most if he didn’t put down my outfit while gassing Becky up in front of me. It was a double date. Becky was a 20-something white woman who was with his much older homeboy. Her name is really Becky. 

I can’t make this up. Becky looked very Karen-ish - a denim short skirt and a basic tee. She did not look better than me but he gassed her up as if she did. So, I let everyone gas me up as he watched. At one point, I whispered to him, “Don’t date a bad bitch if you can’t handle a bad bitch.” 

Becky couldn’t believe my age as black don’t crack and I couldn’t believe her age as she looked older. I also couldn’t believe her young self was with this much older man. The game was fun and we ended up bar hopping and after drinks, Becky started feeling herself by saying the n-word.

I was shooketh. Here I am walking down U Street in DC with two Black men allowing Becky to recite Lil’ Dicky’s problematic “Freaky Friday” lyrics out loud.  What episode of A Black Lady Sketch Show was I on? I constantly told dude about himself but it fell on death ears. 

He likes Megan Thee Stallion when he really needs a Candace Owens type. I realized that he is suffering from some unresolved duality, childhood trauma and mental illness, which I’m sure all Black Trump supporters deal with. You can’t tell me Diamond and Silk aren’t nutty. There’s a difference between being a Republican and being a Trump supporter. There is no way a sane Black person with a deep and healthy love of self can support and stand behind an idiotic bigot. I’m looking at you, Sen. Tim Scott.

I first thought it was all an act for career progression as there aren’t a lot of Black Republican political analysts so there’s more opportunities. But no, there was some deep-rooted self-hate happening and I’m a smart girl but I’m not a therapist. I studied journalism at HU not psychology. 

I will never take away from his intelligence or business acumen because it was inspirational. He definitely pushed me to aim higher and further in my career endeavors. I adored that I could go to him with business questions and he could provide real feedback and he wasn’t jealous of my aspirations. 

But all that would never suppress the fact he could not respect me because he didn’t respect himself. He’s hell bent on the approval from his white counterparts in his professional and personal life. He can’t see past the white gaze where my vision of who I am and whose I am is crystal clear. 

While I wish him well, f*ck him and anyone else who votes for Trump.

Especially Attorney General Daniel Cameron.

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