I've been a train conductor for three months. It's my first job out from college. I went to Hofstra on a basketball scholarship. I got this job through connections, and for being African American. There have been times when I felt lucky to have this job. Lucky compared to the crap I hear. Each day, I'd hear snippets of stories from well-dressed men and women...
The name is Gene La Pointe. I'm a young Frenchman currently living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I am originally from the Province of Quebec but since I attend the University of Ottawa, I have to live in town. I work as a Security Guard at the local Museum and it's okay. There is this new Black female Guard named Katrina Linwood and she simply...
You've got entirely too wide a smile on your face Saturday morning. And you're up to something. I know this because you're just lying in bed, propped up on an elbow as you watch me come awake. "What?" I manage to mutter, still half-groggy from sleep. You just giggle. "Shower and eat, I'll tell you on the road." I shower, alone, and eat breakfast with yo...
Another class with Lara. I looked forward to these lessons now. Instead of her sitting at the back she came and sat in the front row for once. Her dress was also different as it reached her knees. Still the strapless number made me hard and my throat dry. As usual I had written information on the board for them to copy down. "Please do the work on the board...
Day's end, and Charlotte Lucien-Malvern finally comes home. As the manager of the downtown branch of the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce, it was her duty to be the last person exiting the office. Striding through the streets of Ottawa, Ontario, on a cold November afternoon, it was easy for her to let her mind wander. Sometimes she found herself thinking...
Human beings complain about a great many things. Life, love, health, beauty, intelligence, money, sex, power, social status and countless other things. I think that far too often, we're not thankful for what we have. Most people only appreciate what they have when it's somehow taken away. My name is Patrick Hautte-Terre and this tale is about what I'm thankf...
I had just turned 18 and one of my friends invited me over to his house to hang out. Unbeknownst to me there was a surprise party waiting for me. All my friends were there as well as a couple girls they knew. Being the last one to turn 18 they had a lot of fun messing with me. The day went on as a party usually would. We ate pizza, played some videogames, th...
Whose children are they then? Dr. Subramaniam, the director of the Genetics & Fertility Institute, was polite and professional when he broke the bitter news to me. "We are very sorry, Mr. Halsbeth. But I am afraid that your sperm is simply not suitable for our donor program." Not suitable? Based on their brochures, I would have thought that I was the p...
My name is Marie Flannery. I live in Atlanta and I am twenty eight years old. These days, I attend Georgia Tech. I'm thinking of becoming a mechanic. I've been many things in this life. Waitress, Firefighter and even Army Soldier. All of these were good jobs but my passion is mechanics. Life seems so much simpler when you're fixing something, at least, that'...
It took me years to accept the fact I was gay. I had been attracted to males in high school but never allowed myself to believe I could really be gay. I had been a star pitcher on my high school baseball team. A jock couldn't be gay. I had a very stereotypical view on what a gay man was: flamboyant, non-athletic, very feminine physique. I'm 6'0, with buzzed...