My name is Jacques Arthur. I was born and raised in the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. My family moved to the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario, when I was nineteen. I had some trouble adjusting to Canadian society after spending most of my life in the Republic of Haiti. Canada seemed like a really strange country, man. Fast forward six and a half years and I'm doing just fine. I hold a Master's degree in Business Administration from the University of Toronto and I work for the City of Toronto's Transportation Authority as a Special Tasks Manager. Basically, I deal with all of the Transportation Authority's day to day problems. I'm the guy who gets all the hate mail from the citizens of Toronto, Ontario, when the trains and buses don't work the way they should. It's a 210-grand-a-year ( after taxes) job with more hassles than I can count. Still, it enables me to live a life of luxury even in this crappy economy so I guess I shouldn't complain.
When I came to Canada, I was focused on two things. Education and work. I didn't have time for much else. Things like dating didn't factor into my immediate thinking. To say that I was one lonely brother would be the understatement of the century. Fortunately, I met a tall, lovely young Black woman who would become my wife. My darling Theresa Norton. She was born and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Theresa moved to the City of Toronto, Ontario, three years before we met. She is so lovely, man. A five-foot-eleven, curvy Black woman with a cute face, voluptuous body, and a big, heart-shaped booty. Theresa is a graduate of Northeastern University in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, she works for the Edinburgh/Silex Corporation in downtown Toronto as a Junior Executive. My wife and I do alright for ourselves. We live in a beautiful townhouse in the town of Brampton, not far from metropolitan Toronto.
Throughout the early years of my marriage, I struggled with something. You see, I am bisexual. I've never explored it before today but I have always known that I found both guys and girls attractive. Growing up in a strict Catholic household in Haiti, I was taught that gays and lesbians were unclean and that homosexuality went against the rules of the Bible. I suppressed my desires and tried as best as I could to lead a normal life. After marrying Theresa, I felt happy. However, my desires for men were still there. One day, I confessed to my wife the truth which I had kept hidden from myself and others throughout my twenty five years on this planet. I've always felt attracted to Theresa's best friend Nicolas Mack, a handsome gay Black man originally from the island of Jamaica. Nicolas is a corrections officer in the City of Toronto and he's out and proud as a gay Black man. I found the six-foot-two, lean and muscular, dark-skinned Black guy really hot. I don't like effeminate guys so Nicolas manliness attracted me. A lot. Of course, I loved my wife Theresa and I refused to cheat on her. When I told Theresa all this, she simply smiled and hugged me. I didn't expect this reaction, to tell you the truth. In my reflections about telling my wife the truth about myself, I always figured Theresa would smack the hell out of me, call me a faggot and divorce me.