As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Khadija Al-Sharki, and I'm a young Yemeni Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin and long black hair, that's your heroine for this tale. By day I am a mild-mannered cashier at the local Tim Horton's, and a part-time student at Algonquin College. By night, I become something else entirely. Life can take us places we never imagined in our wildest dreams, ladies and gentlemen. That's what this story is about, folks.
My parents, Amir and Farah Al-Sharki moved to Ontario, Canada, from our hometown of Sana'a, Yemen, in the summer of 1995. I was born a year later at the Carling Hospital. As such, I consider myself to be just as Canadian as our bigoted current Prime Minister Harper himself. That's right, I am a Muslim woman, a visible minority and a proud Canadian. If you don't like it, you can kiss my shapely Yemeni derriere, folks.
September 2015 came and I found myself up shit's creek without the proverbial paddle, financially speaking. I didn't get any OSAP this year because I worked full-time last year, and apparently I had too much money saved up in my CIBC student account to qualify for an Ontario government student loan. I became a professional stripper to supplement my income, and somehow, I was introduced to the world of BDSM. I took to it like a cat takes to hunting mice, folks.
I am a Muslim woman who wears the Hijab and I go to the local mosque several times a week. Islam is my faith, and I absolutely love it. I am also fiercely proud of my Yemeni culture. That does not mean I am a submissive person. Westerners seem to think every Muslim woman is a submissive twit who does everything men tell her. I wish people would stop judging me based on my Hijab and the color of my skin. Muslim women have the same sexual and romantic needs that women from other backgrounds have. Does that surprise you?
I made pretty decent money working as a professional stripper but it was nothing compared to the cash I made as a budding dominatrix. I placed ads in the back pages of local newspapers, and also placed them online. I am a Muslim woman, so I don't believe in premarital sex. However, I don't think it's wrong for me to be a stripper since I am not having sex with my male clients. Also, as a dominatrix, I get to tie guys up and spank them, I get to be the one with the power, and it's a lot of fun.
While working as a stripper, I met this guy named Jayson Witt and we totally clicked. Jayson is originally from the City of Calgary, Alberta, and moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to attend Carleton University. Born of a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother, the lad is six feet tall, lean, dark-haired, caramel-hued and sinfully sexy like so many mixed guys are. Guys like The Rock an Vin Diesel totally light my fire. No, I've definitely got nothing against brothers who are purely black. I find black men of all shades beautiful, period.
Jayson came to the strip joint where I worked as part of a fraternity initiation deal, and I felt bad for the shy young man who was obviously out of his element. Jayson was a generous tipper, and I always make sure I remember those. Clad in a red bra and matching panties, I bumped my booty inches from Jayson's face while his fraternity brothers, a bunch of white dudes, cheered him on. I could tell that Jayson was as different from these loud, drunken morons as night is from day. After the show, he wished me goodnight and discretely left.
I figured I'd never hear from Jayson again, and I was absolutely wrong. A few days later, I was walking up the escalator at the Bayshore Mall, on my way to the ladies room when some bozo bumped me, hard, and just kept on walking. The bozo in question happened to be a tall and chubby, middle-aged white male. I swear, older white guys are the most racist people on the planet. No, I am not generalizing. I know what I'm talking about.
The ones in the City of Ottawa seem to hate visible minorities with a passion. The world is starting to change, people of color are rising up in Canadian society and old white guys have a major problem with that. I don't trust these fuckers and I wish they'd hurry up and die, or head to the nursing home and not come back. Minorities are starting to outnumber white people in certain areas of Ottawa anyways. Yeah, the bozo bumped me and kept on walking. Well, guess what?
A tall, handsome and well-dressed, light-skinned brother with curly hair and dreamy light brown eyes caught up with the middle-aged white bozo and confronted him about his bullshit. I reached the top of the escalator, and witnessed the confrontation. The middle-aged white dude was clearly surprised to be challenged by a young brother, but like all Ottawa people, he flashed a fake smile and walked away. This is the land of passive-aggressive, fake people with no balls, after all.
