"Gotcha," I thought to myself as I spied the cute gal in the Hijab staring at me, with a mixture of fascination and disapproval in her eyes. Clad in a long-sleeved Black T-shirt over a traditional long skirt and Black sneakers, she seemed the very picture of piety and respectability, according to the norms of her Islamic faith, which I once followed quite fe...
"East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet," or so wrote the illustrious Rudyard Kipling in his 'Ballad of East and West.' With all due respect to Kipling, however, the two have indeed met, and have been dancing a complicated exchange of goods, ideas and even people for many centuries now. And this cultural exchange applies to almost all...
I reached over my head, grasping the headboard with both hands as my husband Bill worked his way down my body. His weight pinned me to the bed, deliciously helpless as his tongue flicked back and forth from one breast to the other, teasing my already stiff nipples till they were so ard they would have hurt had they not felt so good. Then his lips began the...
What does a lesbian look like? In most people's minds, when they envision a lesbian, they think of a short-haired, masculine white chick in a flannel shirt. The prototypical butch lesbian citizen of Western society. Well, I am a lesbian and I definitely don't look like that. My name is Fatouma Aden, and I'm a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of O...
There are so many things about people which surprise me daily. Seriously. Men surprise me occasionally. Women surprise me most of all. My name is Stephen Voltaire. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a college graduate, published author and community activist. These are the final weeks of m...
What can I say about this. I just wanted to try something different. * * * * * How do I start something like this? How can I put into words my feelings about what has happened to me, how my life has changed so much, how everything I thought about myself has been turned on its head? I won't start at the beginning, that is too much of a cliché, but I will...
As has often been said, men in unexpected situations think with what's between their legs, not their brains. As a woman, I am happy to report that this is true, at least a large percentage of the time, because it benefits me. Got one helluva story to share with you, ladies and gentlemen. I am Farah Hussein, a tall, curvy and lovely Somali-Canadian Muslim sis...
Winter comes to Ottawa, Ontario. Just another day for me. I look out the window from my apartment in the neighborhood of Vanier, right across from the Park. There's snow everywhere. Hard to believe that it was bitterly cold yet dazzlingly bright yesterday. I get up, and walk from the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Another year has gone by, and I'm s...
Part of my big series, the characters will return as background ones. Nothing nasty just a couple of selfish people push out a main character. Another birthday approaches I will soon be twenty four. I live in a small flat over the shop. I work as a repair man with electronics, I fix HiFis TVs and the like. I also suffer from severe acne scarring on my b...
I'm a Church of England vicar's wife. Though I'm married to a priest I'm every bit as interested in sex as any other woman in her mid thirties is. But in my role I've always got to be the so innocent respectable wife. Unlike other young women I can't wear my skirts as high up my thighs as I'd like, or wear tight curve clinging tops that show off my tits. I w...