The name is Brother Samuel. I trust that by now, I require no lengthy introduction. I'm a tall, good-looking Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend Suffolk University, where I major in Law. Why the law? Simply because I love figuring out what makes people tick. Why do human beings do all the crazy things that they do. I don't think I'll ever know. Maybe it's because I'm different from most people. I'm bisexual, for one thing. I know a thing or two about prejudice, since I've had to battle both racism and homophobia early in my life. And here's what I know about racism. Far more white women are racist than white men. It's the gospel truth. Not that anyone else would ever tell it to you.
I recently ended a relationship with a tall, good-looking young Black woman named Veronique Angel. A medical school student with a very cute smile and an Amazonian body. I was really fond of her. And I like to be honest with the people I care about. Apparently, I misjudged the lovely Veronique. She simply couldn't handle the fact that I was bisexual. Started quoting scripture to me about how the Bible is against homosexuality and bisexuality and everything. I had to dump her, folks. I don't know what possessed me to tell her the truth about myself. Women can't handle honesty. Most of them anyway. They say they want the truth from a man, but when he says it, they start flipping out or acting crazy. Bitches don't know what they want. That's cool because I'm not trying to get tied down by any female. I prefer flying solo because I don't need the drama that relationships bring.
The last man I got involved with before hooking up with Veronique was my buddy Karl Gorges. He's a card-carrying member of the National Guard who works as a security guard at Westgate Mall in Brockton. A tall, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome Black man in his early twenties. We met while playing varsity football at Brockton Community High School. Fast forward half a decade, I'm in law school and publishing bisexual-themed urban erotica books online while he's a career military man. I think I've always loved Karl. He's always been there for me. Long before I started doing activism for men's rights and writing erotic fiction tales, Karl was my buddy and he had my back. If you told me in high school that I was going to become some kind of GLBT activist, I would have laughed at you.
I didn't feel any bisexual feelings in high school. I considered myself one hundred percent straight. I went to school. I played football. I went to church. I hung out at the library. And of course, I pined after the lovely African-American, Cape Verdean and Puerto Rican beauties that filled Brockton. I wasn't into white chicks, and I sure as hell wasn't into guys. I wouldn't cross those lines until my freshman year at Bay State College. During the summer after my high school graduation, I gradually became aware of certain sexual feelings within myself. Hell, even my online porn habits began to change.
Originally, I only went to the straight websites. My favorite was a van filled with horny guys driving around town, picking up hot chicks, fucking them and dumping them. I also liked another website featuring a ship's captain and the young men who worked for him picking up hot women in the harbor and then dumping them after having sex with them. Yeah, I kind of liked those porn pranksters. Shoot, bitches always act like they're all that. They make men go through hell just to get some ass. It's about time men got a little payback. Know what I mean? That's what I liked. I didn't really get into black erotica until my college days. Yet that summer, I found myself watching some weird stuff. Like chicks with dicks having sex with supposedly straight men. I mean, I considered myself straight and everything yet I got hard watching a sexy woman with a big dick surprising the hell out of some guy by fucking him. This stuff was weird but it was also kind of hot.
Also, I watched some seriously kinky stuff which I felt guilty about since I didn't think straight men should watch that shit. Like women putting on strap-on dildos and fucking guys with it. To me, this stuff seemed weirder than the transsexual porn I was hooked on. I never imagined I'd be the kind of guy who would try that kind of stuff. I also discovered I had a certain Jones for porn featuring big women with big butts getting fucked by horny guys. I wasn't into fat chicks, so why did big women's porn turn me so much? I don't freaking know, folks. I guess my sexuality was expanding and my mind was having some trouble keeping up with it. At the time, I felt really confused. I didn't consider myself bisexual or gay. I wanted desperately to be straight. Unfortunately, my desires were changing. The only person I could talk to about any of this stuff was my buddy Karl. He was the only one who understood. I'm Haitian, folks. Haitian people don't like bisexuals or gays. Even in America. Karl was the only open-minded Haitian male I knew.
