What's up, people? My name is Bizunesh Getachew, and I'm a six-foot-tall, curvaceous and lovely young Ethiopian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I tend to stand out among my people due to my height and curves. Ethiopian women are usually short and thin. Mother nature made me different, in more ways than one. I've got the kind of thick round ass that most Ethiopian women can only dream about. Oh, and I'm pretty smart, too. I am a woman of the world and I don't apologize for it.
My parents raised me to be a prim and proper Ethiopian Orthodox gal, but while in college, I discovered the world of BDSM. I went to Algonquin College to study Applied Business. While I studied hard, I also partied hard. I saw lots of hot guys of all hues, and took quite a few of them to my bed. Don't call me a slut. I was experimenting with my sexuality, which was my right as a modern woman. College isn't just supposed to be fun and experimental for males...
Sex with the fellas and the occasional lady was fun, but what I really loved was the world of BDSM. One of my former lovers introduced me to it and I got hooked. Whips and chains, handcuffs and all that fun stuff that most Black folks don't know about. Life hasn't been the same since. Nowadays, I work for Shared Services, and I'm a successful professional. When I'm not working, though, I rule the Black DBSM scene out here in the Capital...
There aren't a lot of Ethiopian women in the world of BDSM because we're a deeply conservative community. Personally, I feel that men and women from the Horn of Africa, whether Christian or Muslim, need to embrace their sexuality. The world isn't going to end because an Ethiopian sister sleeps around with lots of men. The earth is not going to spin off its axis if an Ethiopian brother is sexually attracted to both sexes. Live and simply let live, I say...
I am a fixture on Fetlife, where I try to educate Black folks from all over the world about the BDSM lifestyle. I go by the nickname Mistress Oromia, since that's the part of Ethiopia that my family hails from. I've met Haitians, Jamaicans, Afro-Arabians, Afro-Brazilians and African Americans in the lifestyle but thought I was the only Ethiopian person. I cannot believe that I was this naïve, seriously...
I had this girlfriend named Mariam Tilahun, whom I knew during my halcyon days at Algonquin College. We used to go to the same church. I liked Mariam's older brother Girma, but the dude was not feeling me. Girma rarely had a girlfriend and seemed to be the studious and religious type. I found it odd that Girma went to McGill University and not a single young lady at that school snatched him up. What gives? Surely the ladies out in Montreal, Quebec, can't be this hard to talk to!
In hindsight, I should have known something was up. Girma, a fine-looking brother who was masculine and tough didn't seem to show much interest in the ladies. He returned to the City of Ottawa during our senior year, and I saw a lot of him while hanging out with his sister Mariam. Girma had grown even more handsome, but the brother was still mysteriously single. I put the moves on Girma, but he rebuffed my advances. I was one pissed off bitch, to tell you the truth. What goes around comes around...
One night, I was browsing when I came across this group called "Black women into Bisexual Black Men," and checked it out due to being curious. Lots of Black women have gay male friends, but most Black women I know didn't like Bisexual Black men. They didn't want to fall in love with a man who swings both ways because he might leave them for a man, that was most sisters rationale. Or so I thought.
While checking out the group, I saw lively discussions about Bisexual Black men and the Black women who love them. I was intrigued and what I found amazed me. In one particular discussion, a Bisexual Black man was asking for advice on how to tell the truth about his lifestyle to his rather conservative family. I took a peep around and saw that the brother in the discussion thread looked familiar. What the fuck was Girma doing there?
I was stunned to see that Girma, my best friend Mariam's older brother was the brother in question. I couldn't help joining the discussion and he recognized me at once. I knew the brother was scared shitless. I had him dead to rights. In the Ethiopian community, if you're a man who swings both ways, you should really keep it to yourself. I sent Girma a message, and expected him to either block me or run...
