Sometimes, I just need a good fuck, man. Best method of stress relief known to man. My name is Claude and I'm a big and tall young Haitian-Canadian man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business management at Carleton University, and I am also forthrightly bisexual. That's not considered cool in the Haitian community but I honestly don't care. I don't live with my folks, Abraham and Jeannine Saint Pierre anymore. Got my own spot, so I can finally live my own life. Things are absolutely fantastic, you heard!
I invited my buddy Rashid Bashir over for some fun, and we got into it, man. Rashid is a tall, good-looking Somali brother I met at the gym at school. I could tell that he was like me, a brother who swings both ways, even though he was very masculine. A lot of the white girls at the gym flirt with him, as do some of the sisters. A couple of times I saw Rashid holding hands with an Arab-looking chick whom I figured was his girlfriend. Cool. Doesn't bother me none.
Long before I approached Rashid, I scoped him out. We became friends, which was cool since we lead similar lives. Rashid is originally from the City of Edmonton, Alberta, and moved to Ottawa mainly to get away from his conservative Somali immigrant family. His folks, Samir and Amal Bashir got no idea that their favorite son is a switch hitter, and that suits Rashid just fine. I'm out but I'm not one of those bisexual guys who feel that every other bisexual dude out there should expose his business.
Coming out is a deeply personal decision for every bisexual man out there. The gay community doesn't like us bisexual men, and neither do straight people, so only the strongest of bisexual males have it in them to come out of the closet and stay out. I mainly associate with straight people, and avoid the gay scene like the plague. Besides, in Ottawa, the gays and lesbians are among the most racist people I've ever seen. I swear, you'll find a straight redneck who's cool with black folks a lot quicker than you'll meet a gay white Canadian who likes visible minorities.
I say this as a bisexual black man who got tossed out of one of Ottawa's trendiest gay bars because one of the patrons, an overweight gay white dude, called me the N-word after I turned him down. I punched the bozo and security asked me to leave, lest they call the pigs. I left, swearing I'd never come back. I didn't fit in anyways. I'm a big and tall, masculine black man. The gay club was full of girly white guys and their fag hags. Totally not my scene, man. That's why I mainly hang out with other people of color. Fuck Ottawa's racist white queers and their bullshit. I don't need them anyways.
Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yeah. I was telling you about Rashid Bashir, the fine-looking Somali brother I met at school. I learned a lot about him as we became pals. Rashid is studying accounting at Carleton University and hopes to become a CRA analyst someday. Me? I'd never work for the Canadian government. I'm a private sector kind of guy. The government jobs seldom go to visible minorities in Ottawa. A lot of big companies will hire you even if you're black, as long as you're educated and qualified. The Canadian government only hires white folks, whether qualified or not.
Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. I see a lot of people with college and university degrees, mostly black and brown people, working at Starbucks and Tim Horton's downtown. They're working menial jobs after acquiring degrees from accredited Canadian universities because the Canadian government won't hire them. Ottawa is a government town. The private sector is making some headway here but the Canadian government is the biggest employer in the area. And they're not into racial diversity, beyond a few tokens here and there.
Shoot, there I go again. I'm sorry for ranting. I just get worked up when dealing with Ottawa folks and their bullshit. My parents moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, from the island of Haiti in the 1980s and I was actually born in the environs of Laval. Montreal is fairly diverse, too bad there aren't a lot of jobs there. Quebec is beautiful, fun and diverse but its economy is in the crapper. Why else would a bilingual brother like myself bother with living in Ottawa?
Sometimes I miss my old life in Quebec. I miss Carol Grenier, this six-foot-tall, red-haired and green-eyed, alabaster-skinned and deliciously big-bottomed French Canadian gal I was seeing a while ago. Carol was simply gorgeous, and like a lot of white girls in Quebec, she liked the Haitian brothers. We dated for a while and had a lot of fun together. Carol was great in the sack. The Quebec chick could suck a mean dick, man. Unfortunately, the gal wasn't too open-minded. When I told her that I felt sexually attracted to both women and men, Carol didn't take it too well. Long story short? Carol dumped my black ass. That was cold, man. Almost as cold as when my parents kicked me out after catching me in bed with Victor, this Nigerian dude who lived in our neighborhood.
