M’kay, so pretty much everyone I’ve met in the lifestyle knows about the Queen of Spades and what the symbol means.
If you don’t, this symbol means that a woman is interested in black men, usually as a bull in a cuckold relationship, and there is usually a level of submission to the black bull implied.
But what most people (that I’ve met personally, anyway) don’t realize is that there are three other Queens, each with their own meaning.
The Queen of Clubs is a woman who is looking for another woman for extra-curricular activities, with varying degrees of involvement from the Queen’s significant other.
The Queen of Hearts is a woman who is interested in one-night stands, usually in a cuckolding scenario.
And the Queen of Diamonds is someone who is interested in a guy for a long-term relationship on the side, with varying levels of involvement from the Queen’s significant other.
I’m a Queen of Diamonds, in case you’re wondering.
What happens is a lot of women will get temporary tattoos on their ankles (or real tattoos, in some cases) or they’ll wear ankle bracelets with a Q charm and a suit charm to symbolize that she’s available for extra-curricular fun, and to show what she’s looking for.
But I cannot find any Queen of Diamonds temporary tattoos, charms, or ankle bracelets. I can’t find any Hearts or Clubs, either. It’s all Queen of Spades. A quick Google search will show dozens and dozens of sites, tumblrs, and blogs devoted to the Queen of Spades.
And that’s all well and good. I’ve been with a few black guys, and while, in my experience, their skills have been severely lacking, their dicks are big, and come on, they’re just hot.
But I don’t have a racial fetish. Black guys don’t turn me on any more or less than white guys or Mexican guys or Chinese guys or whatever. And I damn sure don’t want to submit to any man, regardless of what color he is. So no, I am not a Queen of Spades. I don’t want to limit myself to only one race.
And you don’t find websites or tumblrs or jewelry or tattoos for the other Queens. Where’s the love, man?