As Salam Alaikum, people. The name is Mariam Mourad, and I'm a young Arab-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Orleans, Ontario. I'm five-foot-eight, slim, with light bronze skin, brown eyes and long black hair. My parents, Ali and Amina Mourad moved to provincial Ontario from our ancestral hometown in Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, during the tenth summer of my life. That was in June of 1999. We've been living in Ontario ever since.
Fast forward a decade and a half and I'm a well-adjusted and functioning Canadian citizen. I've got a bachelor's degree in business from Carleton University, and work as a teller at CIBC. Oh, and I'm a practicing lesbian. Actually, I'm not a practicing lesbian. I'm an expert in lesbian sex at this point. Welcome to my life. My parents don't approve of my lesbian lifestyle, as they call it, so we're estranged. I haven't spoken to them in at least three years. Maybe even longer. Who in hell knows?
The right to seek happiness on our own terms, that's something all human beings on this planet have a legitimate claim to. Black or white, male or female, straight or gay, we all need love and we all need sex. I happen to be one of those women out there, rare though we may be, with the ability to differentiate between the two. I am what I am and I do what I do, and I don't apologize for it.
When you're gay or bisexual and happen to be Muslim, life is complex, to say the least. For the past few months I've been seeing this chick named Tamara Johnson. Six feet tall, curvy and sexy, with light brown skin, long black hair, a voluptuous body and a thick, round ass that's simply to die for. I've got a thing for beautiful women with big butts. What can I say? I'm an ass woman, and I don't apologize for it.
Tamara Johnson was born in the City of London, Ontario, to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. I met this six-foot-tall, absolutely lovely lady the day she came to my bank to set up a new account. I helped Tamara with her new account, and gave her my cell phone number. You know the rest. Tamara and I began seeing each other, discretely of course, because this cutie happens to be married. Usually, I don't get involved with married women but Tamara's big ass got me hypnotized, folks.