There isn't a lot of positive literature out there about the lives of bisexual men. Especially bisexual black men. Whenever they're mentioned, it's usually not because of something pleasant. The black community is very homophobic and black people who swing both ways are seen as a blight upon their communities. A black male who identifies as bisexual is seen as fair game by the haters. As the wife of such a man, I don't find this funny at all.
My name is Evelyn Roberts. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy yet fit, very attractive, licorice-skinned young black woman living in the West Side area of Milton, Massachusetts. I've recently graduated from Boston College with a degree in Criminal Justice. I decided to attend Boston College Law School. It's my dream to one day become a lawyer. Why the law? It puts me into everything. Also, lawyers pack a lot of power. The use and misuse of the law has turned modern-day America into a battlefield. Everyone is watching their backs. Especially at work and in schools.
My parents raised me to be an assertive young woman and instilled a great work ethic in me. I come from a family of achievers. My father, Lionel Roberts is a Harvard graduate working as a heart surgeon at Massachusetts General Hospital. My mother, Leann Alexander Roberts is an Emeritus Professor of Bio-Engineering at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. My older brother Lawrence is an instructor at the U.S. Naval Academy. My younger brother Cain is a freshman at Emerson College, studying media communications. We do fairly well for ourselves. Proof that if we apply ourselves, black men and black women can achieve the American dream.
I've always been proud of my family. However, we've recently clashed because of the man I love. Adam Wolfgang. A six-foot-two, ruggedly handsome young black man from the city of Brockton. We first met while he was visiting his sister, Isabel Wolfgang at Boston College. You see, Isabel Wolfgang was my roommate during my senior year at BC. We got along wonderfully. This stout, dark-skinned, lively young black woman was the best friend I ever had. She was smart as a whip and one of the nicest people I ever met. When she introduced me to her fine-looking, Hershey-colored brother, I was breathless. I've always liked tall, dark-skinned brothers. And this one was really pretty. When we were introduced, I actually licked my lips. Right in front of him. I don't do this in front of every guy I meet. It's just that he was so fine-looking.
Adam Wolfgang was something else. He was a business administration student at Northeastern University. He played football for the school. Before that, he was a star athlete playing football and basketball at Brockton Community High School. This smart, soulful, cocky young man took my breath away. After his visit, I pestered his sister with questions. Did Adam have a girlfriend? What kind of women did he like? What was his favorite music? Yeah, in case you can't tell, I was quite smitten with him. With his big sister's blessing, we began to date during the 2006-2007 school year. I had never met anyone like Adam. There are quite a few smart people at schools like Boston College, Northeastern University, M.I.T. and Harvard. However, this young black stud was in a class by himself. A star athlete with a genius-level IQ who had already published three urban fiction books before he turned twenty one.
At his school, he had legions of fans. They adored him. On the gridiron, he was an unstoppable force. In the classroom, he was the very definition of genius. He skipped an entire grade by taking online and summer courses while his fellow classmates took some time off. He was handsome, smart and driven. The guy had alpha male written all over him. When he introduced me to his family, I saw where he got his good looks and brains from. I already knew his older sister. He took me to Brockton to meet his parents, William and Janet Wolfgang. They lived in a nice house on Brockton's quietly opulent west side.
