As I walk through the halls of the University of Ottawa in the Canadian Capital, I see a lot of Arab guys with White girls. I shake my head, and shudder. Why am I doing this? Am I some of racist? Am I intolerant? Far from it. In fact, I could tell you a thing or two about real intolerance. My name is Mona Bagis, and I'm a Turkish Christian woman who recently...
If you are looking for a sexy story this essay is not for you. This is more of a theoretical essay based on the author's beliefs. ***** Everyone has sex fantasies of some sort, but with men there are two fantasies that most men have at least at some point in their lives which could be seen as immoral or even illegal. Those two fantasies I will broadly call...
Sometimes, the stupidity of some people simply astounds me. I think there's a limit to everything, from the bottom of the sea to human imagination. Unfortunately, human stupidity seems to be the exception to that rule. How else would you explain the things I see happening around me everyday? Madness everywhere I look, folks. No other word to describe it. My...
When one door closes, another one opens, isn't that the popular saying? That's how I choose to look at my current situation. I came to the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario, a while ago and I honestly hated the place and didn't want to be there. And then I enrolled at Carleton University, made lots of friends across racial, religious and cultural backgroun...
LXXIII Promised Land Tamara 2098 Whatever it was that had defined Tamara's Jewish identity over the years, it wasn't her religious faith. Nor had it been her need to belong to the Jewish community. Her identity was more intangible. It was the sense of a shared tradition and what had been until recently a shared nationality. She'd never troubled herself...
"Give me that sweet ass," I whispered into my husband Kader Hussein's ear as I playfully smacked that cute Somali butt of his while working my strap-on dildo deep inside of him. Down where the sun doesn't shine, as they say. I had Kader right where I wanted him, and we both knew it. "Slow down Amal," Kader said, groaning as I continued to dominate the hell...
No more Roger. No more other man anything. For the next two years, roughly speaking, Jill went through the mystifying and ruthless curse of menopause. The hormonal changes were gradual, but with unpredictable effect, like some Gremlin had entered her body and taken charge. Life for her was a battle to salvage some semblance of normalcy, get through as many d...
It seems that I spent the first sixteen years of my life waiting for my mother, and the last eight waiting for my wife Joyce. Even though I'm only thirty, in 2016 I can sing every word of the old (1951) Pee Wee King song "Slow Poke," the most salient part of which is: "Time means nothing to you, I wait and then Late again, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quar...
"I'm very sorry about your loss, Helen," said mr Perkins. "Thank you, sir," I said. "I still can't understand it. It's like a bad dream." "You need more time," he nodded. "You've been very brave throughout this whole ordeal, Helen. Very strong. The funeral was beautiful. Very touching. Your parents would have been proud of you." I couldn't answer him, my...
Chapter Ten Chomsky - 3750 C.E. "Marriage," repeated Comrade Doctorow incredulously. "Are you telling me you've never heard of the institution of marriage?" "Well, yes," said Paul. "I've heard of it. There's no way I couldn't have heard of it after having studied so much about the third millennium. It's just not something practised on Godwin." "You know n...