Duckie Thot | The Object Of My Adoration: An Ode To All Stunning Dark-Skinned Women

Today, we celebrate Nyadak "Duckie" Thot, the stunning dark-skinned model from South Sudan, with poetic and introspective passages.

Take 1:

I find myself caught in the quiet currents of uncertainty, wondering if my admiration could ever bridge the gap between her mortal glory and my ordinary existence.

It's not a question of self-doubt; I'm well aware of my own reflection and the fact that I don't mirror the likes of Idris Elba or Randy Gowon.

No, it's a deeper admiration, a preference on the surface, but a deeper look into the very essence of what stirs my soul. Stunning dark-skinned women like Duckie Thot hold a sway over my heart that I can't quite explain – a weakness in the best sense of the word.

Though I acknowledge the hypergamy bedeviling beauty and beast, I can't help but let my thoughts drift toward her, a goddess in my contemplations, a presence that evokes reverence and longing.

Perhaps it's the unspoken nature of these feelings that makes them all the more potent, a forbidden garden of hedon I find myself tending to, even as the garden gate remains closed.

Take 2:

Duckie Thot, a name that hijacks my thoughts like a whispered secret, a vision of ecstasy that stirs my loins at the very thought. I'm bubbling under, caught in a preoccupation of sorts, admiring her from afar with a mixture of awe and longing. There's an allure in her essence that resonates so deeply within me. I find myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and yet, a hint of doubt lingers. Am I enough?

I ask that not in a self-deprecating way, but in a self-aware way. I mean, the realization that my own spectrum of "average at best" physical attributes, compounded by a wanting financial situation, doesn't mirror her rightful high expectations from any suitor, let alone the conventional standards that society often holds dear. I'm well-aware that I'm no Idris Elba or Randy Gowon; I know my place in the sexual and financial hierarchy and I'm comfortable in my own skin. I'm just not delusional enough to think I'm her type.

So it's not about seeking validation or yearning for external approval. It's about how she's an embodiment of my own preference. See, stunning dark-skinned women like her, they are my weakness, my heart's deepest longing. I can't stand life without them, so much so that I'm not necessarily interested in a conversation, hug, or anything intimate. Just the chance to catch a glimpse of them in person, even from afar, would make my day.

Duckie Thot, for example, is, ofcourse, way out of my league in the strictest sense of hypergamy. Yes, she belongs to a realm beyond my reach, like a star shining in a distant galaxy. Yes, she's a masterpiece, and I'm just a humble observer, hoping to bask in her brilliance. Yes, I should be aiming low, yet, I can't help but wonder if our paths will ever cross, if the universe would conspire to bridge the gap between our worlds. Maybe, just maybe, even though our worlds might seem apart and impossible, there's a bridge waiting to be crossed, where beauty and beast meet halfway. Until then, I'll continue to silently cherish the inspiration, or is it false hope, she brings into my life from afar.

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