As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Khadija Adewale, and I'm a young Nigerian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am twenty six years old. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in sociology. Since I couldn't find any work in my major, I had to look elsewhere. That's how I ended up working at a Call Center in the east end of Ottawa. I make seventeen dollars an hour, which is okay, I guess.
When I'm not working at the call center or dancing the night away with my lady friends at the Fly Bar, I follow my secret passion. Folks, I am into BDSM. There, I said it. Whips and chains, handcuffs, and all that jazz. The freaky stuff isn't just for White folks. There are Black men and Black women who dabble into the realm of BDSM. Hell, I am a new member of the Black BDSM Munch of Ottawa. We meet at a certain Caribbean restaurant twice a month. It's cool to meet other kinky people of African descent.
When I first began exploring my interest in BDSM, I was the sole Black female at most events. Everyone else was middle-aged and White. I was the only person under thirty, and the only one with Melanin in my skin. I wanted to get the hell away from these creepy White folks. You see, there are many fetishes in the world of BDSM. Spanking. Cross-dressing. Strap-on fucking. Bondage. Anal and vaginal fisting. Object insertions. Cock and ball torture. Forced bisexuality. Forced feminization.
You name it, there's someone into it. The only thing that bothers me? Black folks like myself are considered a fetish by these kinky White folks. That sickens me. Black men and Black women are considered sexual objects for the enjoyment of White males and White women. The Black man's dick is both feared and lusted after. Gay White guys and White women can't get enough of it, yet they hate Black folks. There's a lot of racism in the BDSM scene. Small wonder I wanted to be with my own people.
If Black men are sexually objectified and feared, Black women are even more so. In BDSM parties, White guys want to make us their sex slaves. Some Black women actually get off on that shit. I've seen Black women who get turned on by being called the N-word by White males during sex and BDSM play. I am not one of those crazy bitches. I am a strong Black woman who loves herself. I believe in Black love, thank you very much. At the last Black BDSM munch, I met a really interesting brother. Lucien Guillot, a six-foot-tall, fit and handsome guy from the island of Haiti. Lucien is twenty three years old, and studying for his Master's degree in Economics at the University of Ottawa. You know those guys who seem real cute until they open their mouths? Lucien is definitely that type. The brother is full of himself. Look, like most sisters out there, I'm always glad to see a good-looking brother who's educated and has his shit together. Doesn't mean I like a fool who thinks he's all that.
Lucien and I got on each other's nerves at the Afro-centric BDSM Munch, and I wanted to teach him a lesson. I looked him up on Facebook and found out he was dating a blonde-haired White chick named Deborah something or other. Figures. A lot of brothers like Lucien can't handle a strong Black woman. Still, when I saw that Lucien was complaining about his girlfriend Deborah's family being uptight and not very welcoming, I saw an opportunity.
The thing about them White chicks out there is that they know how to get their hooks in Black men but don't know how to keep them. If you're a woman who loves Black men, you've got to be a fighter because the whole world is against the Black man. White women aren't strong enough for Black men. Sorry, but deep down, you know what I am saying is true.
