Sexual harassment and abuse are a big problem in the LGBT community. I'm not talking about Straight people picking on sexual minorities, I'm referring to predatory behavior by certain LGBT people who prey on their own. That's why I give them a wide berth and lead a mostly Straight life. Of course, the fuckers still find me in spite of my attempts at dodging them, and sometimes things get dicey...
Who's this, you may ask? Charles Arly, resident Bisexual male of Afro-Caribbean descent, fourth-year university student and inconvenient truth teller. I am sexually and emotionally attracted to both ladies and fellas, but I don't feel the urge to live my life the way I see other LGBT people live theirs. Creepy behavior and adherence to stereotypes? Seriously, miss me with that shit.
I'm six-foot-one, big and tall, dark-skinned, with a shaved head and a deep voice. When most people think of a Bisexual man, I'm definitely not the first person that comes to mind. And that's how I like it. I grew up on the island of Haiti, and love Soccer. I don't know shit about Pop music, or fashion, or musicals. I am only me, and for those of you who like predictable, boring and stereotypical bozos, kindly opt to read something else...
As a Bisexual man, do I check out every lady that I see, the way a lot of Straight men do? Nope. I like what I like. I prefer women with curvy bodies and nice butts. Skin tone is unimportant. Oh, and those ladies happen to be a bit older than me, that's more than okay. I'm that guy who used to check out the MILF magazines when I was younger. I used to fantasize about the ladies from my mother's church groups. Don't judge me.
As for the fellas, my likings are fairly simple. I prefer the tall ones with masculine appearances, masculine mannerisms and deep voices. Oh, and they have to be Bisexual too because Gay males hate me for being who and what I am. About the masculine part, I cannot emphasize that enough. I have nothing against effeminate males, I just don't consider them dating material. Nor will I go to bed with one. Ever. Thanks but no thanks.
Who are my celebrity crushes? Hmm. Difficult to say. I have so many. On the ladies side, I like Porn Star Abella Danger, because she's cute and freaky, but also looks like the college gals on my campus. This seemingly innocent white chick can handle an Interracial Gang Bang like it's nobody's business! White girls who love their chocolate, is there anything hotter?
Now, please don't think that I'm one of those Black men with zero love for the sisters. That's simply not true. I happen to think Black women are beautiful. I also really, really like Porn Star Jada Fire, and was kind of upset when she retired. Nobody does anal scenes or freaky, anything-goes, steamy male/male/female threesomes like Jada Fire. That woman deserves an Oscar, or the Porn equivalent.
On the fellas side, I like Porn Star Chris Strokes. Yeah, I know he's Straight and I respect that. I simply appreciate his...art. The dude looks absolutely awesome banging the hell out of hot women of all races. I particularly like watching him have anal sex with hot women. Chris Strokes is funny as hell and really well-endowed. A lot of Black men don't like seeing White guys with Black women but that stuff doesn't bother me when it's Chris Strokes banging the big-booty sisters. Yes, you read right. Don't judge me.
I also have a thing for the Champ, a certain Black British Boxer who shall remain unnamed. I'll give you a few hints as to who he is, the brother is humble, looks really good, and rocks in the Boxing ring. Let's just say that this brother has that unique combination of height, athleticism and good looks that would make it easy for him to become a Movie Star once he retires from boxing. He's never posed naked as far as I can tell, but I KNOW he's packing.
The Champ is dear to me, and he's popular with lots of people who don't even give a damn about Boxing. He is revving up global interest in Boxing and is a great ambassador for the sport. He's currently undefeated and I heartily hope he continues to win. I, um, have his poster in my bedroom...next to a homemade calender of Porn Star Abella Danger's booty shots!
I live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Well, that's if you can call it living. I exist out here, how about that? If you haven't been there, you should know that it's not just the Capital of Canada, it's also the most passive aggressive place in the damn Universe. Watch your back around these parts and trust no one. Beneath the veneer of civility, they're worse than wolves...
The City of Ottawa is the only place where people will fake-cough when you try to sit on the bus next to them, and then apologize profusely for their outrageously fake coughing once you sit someplace else. They do that a lot on the bus and the train. Now, maybe it's my inner Haitin flexing, but I find these fakers and phonies even more annoying than people who are openly hostile.
Anyhow, as I said before, Ottawa is a strange place. I came here to study Criminology as an undergrad, in preparation for a career as a lawyer, should I manage to get into Law School. The school which I attend, Canada's Capital University, is fairly big and lively but lacks both a Medical School and a Law School.
Now, Canada's Capital University has a lot to recommend it. Sure, most world-class universities have medical schools and law schools, but that's not everything. My school more than makes up for its lacks by being a very diverse campus, racially speaking. Of course, when a school has a little bit of everyone and everything, that unfortunately includes weirdoes and undesirables...
"What's up boss?" said a tall, skinny brown-haired white dude in a bright pink T-shirt as I walked by the printers. I was on the campus library's main floor, on my way to the water fountain. I wanted to fill up my water bottle and slake my thirst because, well, for some reason, I get thirsty in the winter. Instead, I had to deal with a bozo who happened to be feeling another kind of thirst...
