My name is Samuel Xavier. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Massachusetts in Boston, having transferred there after graduating from Massasoit Community College a year ago. I'm twenty four years old. And I'm a closeted bisexual. This is my life, I guess. A drama-fill...
Lucien Saint-Pierre woke up, stretched and yawned. Then he looked at the vast City of Toronto, Province of Ontario, from his dorm at the University of Toronto. Ten years ago his family left the City of Cap-Haitien, North Haiti, for the Ontario region of Canada. Today was the tenth anniversary of their Big Move across the continents. From the Caribbean to Nor...
My name is Lea Jorgensen and I'm a white woman with an unusual story to tell. I'm five-foot-ten, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, with alabaster skin, blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The story that I'm about to tell you is absolutely true. Presently, I live in the Republic of Mexico with my husband Jamal Louis and our sons Jericho and Leroy. I've settled int...
"Don't call me mixed, dude, for your information, I identify as black," I said to the wannabe super-fly Latino dude in the Durag who stepped up to me. That fateful morning, I was at Bayview Station, waiting for the O-Train which would take me to the Carleton University campus. After hollering at me in Spanish, a language I do not speak, the bozo finally deci...
It's my body and I can do whatever I want with it, isn't that one of the most sacred mantras of the feminist movement? As a Muslim woman from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the heartland of Islam, and a fledgling feminist, I have often butted heads with my well-meaning but ill-informed and at times, culturally clueless western friends. To me, there is more t...
She was sound a sleep, I had stayed up a little later to watch Saturday Night Live and play on the computer...at least, that is what I told her. Tonight was the night. I had created a profile on a popular social networking site a few months ago. I posted sexy pictures of her and start looking for the perfect guy to share her with. I didn't want someone c...
The lighting in the Oak Room was low. The room was large and appointed with walls and booths of dark oak. Each of the ten booths were designed for two people and made very comfortable by plush cushions for the butt and the back. Each had a small table for drinks. Everyone had to conform to the dress code: at least dress pants and dress shirt for the men, a d...
It really did start out being another typical workout at the gym. I had an extremely hectic day at work so when I got home, I quickly peeled out of my work clothes and into my workout clothes. Some days I'll put a little extra effort into what I wear. Maybe a pair of tighter shorter shorts or maybe a shirt that's just a wee bit smaller than the others. I'v...
The air was cold and dark. Soaring high stone walls met 100 feet above the floor to form a ceiling. Stones, so hard and so unmovable that they hadn't been moved in 500 years. A few pale beams of light entered through the mosaic windows high above. The long benches were from wood darkened to a black from the years. A sole candle flicked its flame with the dra...
Hello and welcome to my readers. There'll be no tricks this Halloween, only this little treat for you. I appreciate your votes, comments and feedback. Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Dub, how's it goin' buddy? When did you get back in town?" Dub Stockwell grinned as Jimmy the bartender greeted him hea...