What's going on, beautiful people? My name is Shaima Hossein, and I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. I work at Wells Fargo as an account manager, and I've worked for various banks since I graduated from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst in the summer of 2004. I'm thirty three years old and still unmarried, but that might change soon because I might have met the right man.
Everyone always tells me that I am too bossy, or too strong, and that seems to scare both black guys and white guys. What is it with male insecurity? I swear, today's men cannot handle a Muslim woman who is tall, beautiful, educated, intelligent and ambitious. On top of that, I dabble in the world of BDSM. That's right, whips and chains and all that. I am a switch, meaning that sometimes I like to dominate others and other times I like to be dominated. I'm definitely a freaky sister, folks. A lot of men are freaked out by my freaky side.
There's this brother named Ali Kader who comes by the bank where I work a bit too often. Standing five-foot-ten, chubby and dark-skinned, balding and mustachioed, Ali is definitely not my type. I am not the type of female who likes to date men who are shorter than me. I am taller than Ali, so he doesn't do it for me. Yet for some reason, fate brought us together. Actually, a force far more capricious than poor old fate brought Ali and I together, folks.
My well-meaning parents, Qadir and Mariam Hossein are always setting me up on these blind dates, and as luck would have it, they set me up with Ali. I must say, I was pleasantly surprised by Ali. The brother is thirty three years old, has a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from Bridgewater State University and works for the Massachusetts Corrections Agency as a corrections officer. A glorified prison guard, essentially. Still, I respect a brother who has a good job in this tough economy.
As we sat inside Tamboo Restaurant in downtown Brockton and talked while eating some delicious Haitian food, I became fascinated by Ali. The brother was smart and funny, and he didn't seem the least bit intimidated by my height, my education level or my good looks. That's good. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that Ali is single and has never been married. Now that's a rarity in this world. I wasn't expecting that.
Most brothers and sisters I know don't cross into their thirties without getting married or having at least one brat. I'm just saying, that's not how things usually go down in the Somali-American Muslim community. Ali intrigues me, and I absolutely love a good mystery. At the end of our date, I decided that I wouldn't mind seeing Ali again. Hell, maybe this dude might be what I needed to shake me out of this funk.
The following night, I went to this club called The Black Spot, and it's a gathering place for blacks and other minorities who are into the BDSM lifestyle. The club is located in the south side of Brockton, not far from the old library, and it's an okay place. I went there with my friend Sasha Monteiro, a tall, short-haired and brown-skinned, supremely pretty Cape Verdean chick I've known since my college days. Sasha is into all kinds of freaky shit, and I really like that about her. No, not like that. I am all about the D, folks. Women are lovely but they don't do shit for me.
As soon as we reached The Black Spot, I found out there was a play party going on. Sasha and I went to watch. I saw this middle-aged white woman with red hair get on her knees and go down on a tall, dark-skinned and well-endowed dude who reminded me of Rajon Rondo, the NBA player. As the white chick sucked off the brother, a middle-aged white guy filmed them. Interracial cuckold fantasy, I thought. Lots of white guys like watching their white wives get fucked by black men. Totally boring and ordinary as far as these things go.
I watched the action for a while, then went into another room. A group of people were watching yet another coupling and I joined them. I watched a much interesting encounter between a stocky, dark-skinned and well-endowed brother wearing a mask and a tall, slender, dark-haired and bronze-skinned, forty-something Hispanic woman. At first, they were just having regular sex. Nothing out of the ordinary there. I felt another yawn come on.
