How To Be Culturally Competent In Aboriginal Health Care Stories

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From Winnipeg With Love

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

Greetings, folks. My name is Algoma "Allie" Witashnah and I'm a young Aboriginal woman living in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. My father, George is Aboriginal, originally from the Sioux band, and my mother, Beatrice Kensington, is originally from Berkshire, England, but moved to Canada in the 1980s. I am the daughter of two worlds, but fiercely and proudly...

Arab Dominatrix

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Stereotypes. Everyone's got them. There are so many out there. Across races, genders, nationalities and religions. In North America, they believe blonde-haired White women are dumb sluts, that Asian girls are submissive, Black men are hyper sexual, Black women are always angry, Hispanic folks are lazy, White guys are perverted and Arabs are dangerous. Wow. W...

Frostbitten in a Sunburnt Country

by Vandemonium1 on Dec 12, 2018
Reviews & Essays

The sole purpose of this essay is to tell anyone that is interested something about the country I love and why I love it. Thanks to Chloe for prompting this opportunity as part of her 'In a Sunburnt Country' story event. My thanks to CTC once again for the ideas and edit. ++++++ First an admission; I wasn't born in the greatest country on earth, the l...

Self-made Media Star

by EgmontGrigor2020 on Oct 12, 2020
Romance

Chapter 1 Three months after the tragic death of her husband, Coco had reverted to her maiden name of Cleland after being pushed out of mourning by the urgings of her long-time girlfriends to get on with her life. Easier said than done, because life virtually appeared to have ended for Coco (27) when her 30-year-old lawyer husband Paulo skied into a small...

Saudi Women For Black Men

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I sometimes wonder if perhaps Iblis the Djinn was justified in his hatred of mankind when he defied the Will of Allah and refused to bow before Adam. The Creator favors us but we are such a wicked breed, are we truly worthy of His mercy? My name is Bilal Ansari and I am a Muslim brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Sometimes the conduct of my fello...

Filth worlds

by Sancho Sanchez on Apr 22, 2025

Imagine a world exactly like our own except it has become trendy, normal, or even biologically required for women to consume waste from other people in one specific way. You can look at ordinary days in the life of a woman in of any of these worlds. These stories all include the various bathroom kinks or cum eating. Obviously it's very **** stuff that's of...

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An Aboriginal Wife's Sweet Revenge

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

The name is Julianne Bosworth, and I've got a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to an English-Canadian father and an Aboriginal Canadian mother. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with light bronze skin, long Black hair and light brown eyes, that's essentially me in a nutshell. Exotically beautiful, those are the words I hear...

A Morehouse Man in Winnipeg

by Samuelx on Mar 27, 2018
Interracial Love

"Get out of my bar, you frigging Indian bitch, as I told you before, we're closed," said Bill Hughes, owner of Hughes Pub in the west end of Winnipeg, Manitoba. The towering, silver-haired and blue-eyed barkeep glared angrily at the short, round Aboriginal woman who stood defiantly before him, simply refusing to back down. She'd been coming around the bar fo...

From Palestine with Love

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

My name is Mona Mahmoud and I'm a young woman of Palestinian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study Political Science. At five-foot-three and 110 pounds, a dark-haired, bronze-skinned and brown-eyed Middle-Eastern gal like me doesn't strike anyone as scary. Until I get riled up because someone insults my Musl...

Aboriginal Australian Werewolf

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

Another night, another kill. Once the moon is high up in the sky, I can shed my disguise. I don't know why but the moonlight makes it easier to shift from one form to another. I could feel the full moon coming, since several days ago. It pulled at me like a magnet pulling on metal. And I cannot resist it any more than the sun could refuse to rise. Thus, I be...