I wish people would stop paying attention to what doesn't concern them and just mind their own damn business but that's just wishful thinking. My name is Paul Jean Renard, and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study business administration. I also work part-time as a security guard in Kanata. On weekends, I either hang out with my friends in Orleans or Vanier, or I go to the Adventist church downtown. Now, some people reading this might find it odd that a bisexual guy like myself attends church regularly. What do I say to such people? Hmmm. What's a polite way of saying fuck you? Faith is for everyone regardless of sexual orientation. If you don't like it, you can kiss my Black ass!
True to my bisexual nature, I've been having some fun on both sides of the fence lately. My way of blocking unwelcome pain. What am I talking about? I tried to lead a straight life, did the whole monogamy with a woman sort of thing and all it gave me was heartache. Men in our society are often told we should be more honest with the women in our lives. Well, some of these bitches can't handle the truth! What's a brother to do under those circumstances? Keep your mouth shut and keep your nose clean. Keep your secrets to yourself. I learned that the hard way, no pun intended.
Eight months ago, I was dating this tall, pretty Nigerian chick named Tatiana Adewale. I honestly think I was in love with her. We met in the library at school, and we just clicked, I guess. Although I sex up people across the racial and gender spectrum, something about a tall, curvy Black woman with a nice ass simply gets me. The gal had it all, man. Looks, brains and booty. She's in the civil engineering program at Carleton University, if you can believe that. A woman like that is the type you bring home to mama. I really cared about her and she's the first person I told I was bisexual. Unfortunately, Tatiana didn't take it too well and we broke up. So much for women wanting honesty from a man, eh? Anyhow, with Tatiana gone I was a free man once again.
Last night I was at Abdul Khalid's place. He's a short, stocky and hairy Arab dude I met while visiting a church in Orleans. Abdul is one of those Arab dudes who has a thing for Black chicks. He's engaged to Naomi, this Haitian chick I know from school. What Naomi doesn't know is that Abdul swings both ways and he doesn't just crave Black pussy. The dude loves Black dick too! Abdul called me over for some fun since Naomi was spending the weekend in Montreal with her friends. As soon as I got to Abdul's place in Vanier, the dude put the moves on me. I dropped my pants, freeing my eight-inch, uncircumcised Black dick.
