Daria Jean-Renald, born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, and raised in the environs of Ottawa, Ontario, has always been different. As a young woman, she'd always been a tomboy. Daria liked playing soccer, baseball and football with the guys, instead of playing with Barbie dolls or any of that girly crap. Daria had always liked the ladies, but lately, she found herself liking the fellas, ahem, certain fellas...
Daria absolutely loves women and is committed to them until her dying day, but if she's honest with herself, she likes certain guys. The men who catch Daria's fancy are outsiders themselves, the ultimate outsiders, come to think of it. They're the kind of men that society simply cannot accept. I must be a unicorn, Daria thought. The young Haitian-Canadian Lesbian simply knew of no other person like herself.
"Being unique can be a curse," Daria found herself lamenting. It definitely wasn't easy living her life. A masculine woman who identifies as an out and proud Lesbian...but is also complicated, when it comes to what turns her on. Daria sometimes feels intensely attracted to Bisexual men, those sexual outlaws who fuck both men and women, sometimes at the same frigging time. More than once, Daria masturbated while thinking of men who fuck women and men...
Of course, Daria must pay the price of her transgressive thoughts. The LGBT community is quite strict about such things. The rules are Iron-clad. Lesbians must never entertain sexual thoughts about men, and if the Lesbian in question happens to be a masculine woman, she must be punished, lest the world end because of her betrayal of her community's core values. If she's a femme, it's okay...
"You're such a phony, Daria, you walk around like you're a big Lesbian Stud, but deep down inside, you're Bisexual, you like dick, you disgust me," Emily Leconte said sharply. The tall, long-haired young Creole woman threw back her head and laughed, sending her long dark cascading down her shoulders. When Daria's eyes met those of Emily, she saw nothing but hatred in those orbs...
Emily Leconte, leader of the Womyn's Circle at La Cite Collegiale, is a proud femme. Like a lot of femmes, Emily is quite demanding and harsh when dealing with Daria, her butch/Stud or, ahem, masculine-presenting female partner. Society thinks of butch women as tough and harsh, and envision femmes as soft and sweet. Of course, they've never met a bitchy femme like Emily Leconte...
"Cool," Daria said, and she adjusted her baseball cap on backwards, wiped her hands on her dirty blue jeans, and walked out of Emily's fancy Barrhaven townhouse, and out of her life. No use arguing with a bitch like that. Outside, the cold-ass Ontario winter hit her full in the face. Daria shivered as she rushed to her car, and sped out of Emily's driveway, presumably never to return.
There are easier things in life than being a Stud, a masculine Lesbian of the African persuasion. Men feel like you challenge them, and they will hurt you because they feel you're no longer truly female. Women have a hard time admitting that they have a thing for Studs, but they don't like labels like Bisexual or Lesbian, and they tend to dispose of the Stud after getting their freak on.
"Hypocrite," Daria said angrily, as she rushed out the door. She couldn't get away from Emily and her hypocritical ass fast enough. In the LGBT community, feminine women are allowed to be straight, Bisexual or Lesbian. It's called femme power for a reason. Masculine women are only allowed to be die-hard Lesbians. If they so much as look at a man and admit that he looks good, they will face severe repercussions...
As progressive as the LGBT community likes to think of itself, it's a bigoted, sexist and racist environment at times. Daria knows this all too well. As a tall, masculine black woman, she intimidates a lot of white Lesbians and Bisexual white women. More than once, she got kicked out of the women's washroom for looking like a dude, and the person responsible for getting her kicked out was a shrieking, girly white chick...
Daria thought of the only person who would understand her plight, her good friend Stephen Augustin. The big and tall, burly brother with the deep voice, dark skin and thick beard has always been something of a unicorn among his fellow Haitian-Canadians. If you're a Haitian person, and you're Bisexual or Gay or Lesbian, you really should keep it to yourself. Otherwise, your life will become pure hell...
Stephen Augustin is an openly Bisexual Haitian man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. He works as a security guard while attending Algonquin College. He aspires to become a police officer someday. He's got a thing for Tennis player Serena Williams, whose booty he adores, but he can also admit that he admires Lebron James for much more than just his athletic prowess. He's an honest brother in a world of liars...
"What's good, D?" Stephen said, as Daria walked into his apartment, located in the Canter Street area, close to the Algonquin College campus. Daria stood in the doorway, shivering, and not just from the cold. Stephen looked at Daria, this tall, skinny, dark-skinned and masculine chick, and his heart winced when he saw the tears brimming in her soulful brown eyes. What happened? Stephen wondered.
"Emily dumped my ass," Daria said, and Stephen hugged her gently. He knew all about bad breakups. A few months ago, Stephen got dumped by Ava Agbaje, a tall, sexy young Nigerian woman whom he was quite fond of. Ava smoked like a chimney and loved sucking and riding the hell out of Stephen's dick. Ava and Stephen had a lot of fun together, but she couldn't handle the fact that he was Bisexual. In the end, Ava dumped Stephen and shacked up with a white dude named Spence somebody...
"I'm sorry, my dear," Stephen said, and Daria nodded, sobbing on his shoulder. Stephen remembered meeting Emily Leconte, the Creole beauty whom Daria thought of as her future wife. Emily, a tall, curvy, brown-skinned beauty with dreads and enchanting brown eyes. The kind of woman one might get if one mixes Alicia Keys, Mia Rudolph and Serena Williams in terms of beauty, strength and other attributes. Losing a woman like that must truly suck...
"What happened?" Stephen asked, and he offered Daria a bear. Nodding, Daria sat down on the couch and told Stephen her story. Stephen listened attentively, hearing echoes of his most recent breakup in Daria's tale. It would seem that the LGBT community simply cannot abide a Bisexual black man, or a masculine woman who loves women and at the same time doesn't think that male bodies are horrible and yuck...
"I'm an outcast," Daria said, finishing her beer, and Stephen nodded. He recalled his last sexual encounter with a man. He'd met Daryl Albright at a meeting for black male professionals in the City of Montreal, Quebec. Daryl was tall and handsome, originally from the island of Jamaica. He has a gorgeous Latin wife named Maricela and two sons, seemingly the perfect life.
Daryl was also looking for some discrete fun with a brother who also likes both sexes. Stephen and Daryl simply clicked...for a while. The two Bisexual black men had lots of steamy sex together, and sometimes, they even involved a tall, curvy Island gal named Janna, a freaky Afro-Caribbean female escort whom Daryl dealt with in the past.
Stephen, who thought that male/female/male threesomes were hot, didn't mind at all. He welcomed both Daryl and Janna to his bed, and everyone had tons of fun. Nothing Stephen enjoyed more than eating Janna's pussy while Daryl fucked his ass. Other times, Stephen sucked Daryl's dick while fucking Janna's hot, tight pussy. Stephen had always been highly experimental and steamy sexual encounters like these were simply the spice of life. He saw nothing wrong with that.
"I know the feeling," Stephen told Daria, recalling the night that Daryl ended their affair. Daryl left Stephen because he wanted to resume his normal life with his wife Maricela. Stephen understood completely. He still dreamed of having a wife and sons and daughters. Somewhere out there, there had to be at least one woman who would take a chance on him. Or perhaps that was a pipe dream?
"Stephen, can I crash?" Daria asked, and Stephen smiled and nodded. Daria thanked him profusely. She'd been living with Emily, splitting the bills, and had no place else to go. Stephen offered her his bedroom, and took the couch, like a gentleman. Daria went to take a shower and then, clad only in a bra and boxer shorts, the tomboy lay in bed. Lying there, unable to sleep, Daria thought of Emily, and of their intense, passionate relationship...
Emily loved sex, and her passion surprised even Daria. The freaky Creole femme would kiss her passionately, and then suck on her tits before eating her pussy like a hungry woman. Like a lot of Studs, Daria didn't like being touched genitally but Emily helped her get over that. Daria recalled how scared and turned on she got the night Emily fucked her pussy with her very own strap-on dildo, the ultimate transgression against the Stud rule book...
"Oh yes, fuck me," Daria thought as she closed her eyes and began to masturbate. She lay there, thinking of Emily fucking her with the strap-on dildo. Emily might be a bitch but she knew how to rock her world. Daria pinched her erect nipples and then slid three fingers into her pussy. In Daria's fantasy, Emily put her on all fours, smacked her big ass and fucked her silly with the strap-on dildo.
As Daria masturbated, something weird happened. Normally, just fantasizing about her favorite bossy femme would get her juices flowing. Tonight, though, Daria felt...weird. To spice things up, Daria pulled something out of her backpack. She donned her strap-on dildo, which normally made her feel strong. Tonight, though, Daria just couldn't get excited, and it frustrated the hell out of her.
"What's wrong with me?" Daria wondered aloud. Maybe it was because Emily recently kicked Daria out, she was still mad at her and couldn't quite click with her in fantasyland. Feeling frustrated, Daria went to take a piss, then opted to grab another beer. She figured that Stephen would be fast asleep, so there was no harm and no foul.
