"Nobody understands my desires or who I am," Mack Browne said, and the six-foot-three, burly and dark-skinned, twenty-something African American man sighed deeply. Sitting opposite him inside the Bridgehead cafe located on Metcalfe Street in downtown Ottawa, Mack's friend Melody Robillard pondered that, wondering how to help her friend in his time of need...
"Mack, come on, you know that I would never judge you," Melody Robillard replied, and the short, chubby, red-haired young French Canadian woman pursed her lips. Clad in a stylish dark gray leather vest, White blouse and dark gray Capri pants, the five-foot-eight Melody carried herself with the confidence of an Amazon.
Tonight, as usual, Melody Robillard was playing the role of counselor for her best friend, who was experiencing yet another crisis. She'd known Mack Browne for years, since their halcyon days at Carleton University. Those were definitely the days, Melody thought with a smile. She and Mack had been inseparable since that time...
Mack Browne came to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, by way of Detroit, Michigan, when his father, Martin Browne, got a job with Nortel Networks. Father and son ended up staying in town, and becoming Canadians. Fast forward a few years, and Martin Browne now worked for Avaya Neworks while his son Mack was putting his Carleton University MBA to good use, working for KPMG.
On the surface, Mack Browne seemed to have it all. He lived in a nice two-bedroom apartment located right next to The Glebe, close to downtown Ottawa. He was making six figures as an account manager for KPMG. There weren't a lot of Black men making top dollar in the business game in the Capital of Canada. Mack seemed like one of a kind. So why couldn't he find lasting love with a good woman?
The last time Mack Browne had a father/son chat with his father, Martin Browne told him that he would love to see his sole offspring happily married. Mack Browne felt the same way and was about to propose to his long-time girlfriend Raquel, but the young lady had dashed his hopes and crushed his heart by refusing his proposal. This harsh rejection and a few other setbacks sent Mack Browne on a downward spiral...
"The problem with the Black community is that they don't allow for sexual exploration, whenever I tell a Black woman that I am bisexual, or that I like kink and BDSM, she simply can't wait to get the fuck away from me, yet she's more than okay with such things when it's a White man," Mack said, shaking his head. Melody nodded understandingly, quietly wondering what to say.
"I do wish you'd stop chasing Black women and explore your options," Melody almost told Mack, but she stopped herself just in time. For the thousandth time, Melody wondered why Mack never seemed to notice her. The fine-looking brother from Detroit was too busy chasing those rigid, bossy and controlling Black women and didn't seem to notice that other women, who would treat him better, definitely existed...
After nearly a decade of friendship, Melody Robillard knew Mack Browne like the back of her hand. He'd confided in her when he had his first bisexual relationship, a while back. Melody, who found male/male sex videos arousing, encouraged her friend to experiment. Mack Browne had discretely gotten involved with his former roommate Dwight Rosenthal, a tall, handsome young White dude with reddish hair whom he met at the Sprott School of Business.
As it turns out, Mack Browne and Dwight Rosenthal were both bisexual. Dwight was dating a young Asian woman named Nikki Yan while he was messing around with Mack, and the two young bisexual men had a lot of fun together. After a year together, Dwight, an international student from Tel Aviv, Israel, returned to his country of origin. Mack felt lost without Dwight, but got over it when he met the lovely Raquel at a party for Black students at Carleton...
A few days ago, Mack split with his long-time girlfriend Raquel Adewale, a tall, beautiful young Black woman from Nigeria with whom he'd been living for the past three years. Mack really thought that he and Raquel were going to go the distance, but she dumped him because, well, prim and proper Nigerial Christian gals don't marry Black men who swing both ways. Never mind that Mack had been faithful to Raquel, repeatedly rejecting both female and male suitors out of love for her...
