Oh, my. It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day here in New England. It's a bright and sunny Saturday morning here in Raynham and I for one just can't wait to go outside. Days like that are becoming increasingly rare as the cold weather moves in, as it's prone to do in October. On days like this, I truly feel like I am blessed. Do you ever get tha...
The name is Marlon Brown and I write these lines as a man determined to speak the truth, regardless of what happens to me. I'm a black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I've lived there with my family ever since my youth. I went out of town for a while, and attended Cunningham College in the city of Boston. I majored in Computer Science back when it see...
Stop making assumptions about a woman just because of how she dresses or behaves in public, ladies and gentlemen. Seriously. The name is Ayaan Ismail and I'm a young Black Canadian Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and lived there until the twelfth summer of my life. That's whe...
It wasn't until I was already on the inside before I'd ever heard of the Lilac Society. The real one or the imagined one, the actual affiliation or the stuff of urban legend. And yes, there is a real society. Not as widespread or as sinister as it's often thought to be, but it is quite real. I was inadvertently enlisted before I began to know the stories, th...
It's my life! Those are the thoughts running through Amanda Ahtunowhiho's head as she walked through the University of Utah campus. The tall young Native American woman briskly walked through the crowded campus, wandering how in hell so many otherwise intelligent people could be so backwards in this day and age. Amanda recalled the conversation her proud Che...
Lena lay on her back, down on the king-sized bed of the hotel. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. What stared back at her was not what she expected. Instead of seeing a tall, slim Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she saw a disheveled woman screaming and moaning like a common whore as a massive black man buried his gigantic cock i...
I honestly wonder if there's something wrong with me sometimes. Folks say I'm a paranoid misanthrope. They think I'm abnormal. Then again, maybe I'm not. Yeah, I'm a little weird but this isn't exactly a normal world either. Maybe it's the world that's crooked and I'm A-okay. Right? My name is Stefan Ambroise. A big and tall, kind of good-looking black man l...
Darlene slid the white thigh-high stockings of her "Naughty Nurse" costume slowly up her legs and attached them to the garter straps which dangled from beneath the short red skirt which made up the bottom half of the costume. The upper half was a white "lab coat" that was cut tight to accent her breasts. The top of the "coat" was open to reveal an ample amou...
Welcome to my life. My name is Henderson Pitts. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Deval Patrick College, a private school named after the state's first African-American Governor. Built in 2007, the school officially welcomed its first class, made up of eighteen hundred students, in...
Friday nights were made for going out. However, sometimes it's good to stay in. My name is Wonda Saint-Thomas. A very tall, beautiful and voluptuous Haitian-American sister with a story to share. I graduated from Brockton Community High School a while ago and enrolled at Langston Hughes College, a historically Black institution located in downtown Boston, Ma...