When you're a bisexual man, life is most definitely not easy. I feel like the entire Universe is against me and all others like me. The LGBT community hates us bisexual men and it definitely shows. The world is full of straight women and bisexual women who reject us for swinging both ways, and gay men go out of their way to sabotage our straight lives in order to claim us as their own. Most bisexual men prefer women, but gay men cannot handle or accept that, so the battle lines are drawn.
Trust me, as a bisexual man, I know what I'm talking about. Gay men don't like my kind. They despise the whole lot of us. They're everywhere we go, making too much eye contact and basically stalking us until we flip out on them or give them what they want. What's a brother to do under those circumstances? You should do what I do, and not only stand your ground but also have your cake and eat it too.
The way I figure it, since there's a growing number of women who like bisexual men, and there are tons of bisexual men looking for discrete fun with like-minded men who aren't allergic to vaginas, we don't need the diviseness that gay men bring. Why choose between pussy and dick when both are awesome?
Bisexual men should sleep with other bisexual men and also bring the wife and girlfriend along and involve them on the fun. To me, a male/male/female threesome where everybody fucks everybody is my idea of fun. Seriously, I love DVDs that feature such movies. I love being a bisexual man. We've got everything we need. We just have to get organized and be smart and selective about it.
In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Steven Lucien. I'm a big and tall black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I have a degree from Carleton University, work for a Tech Company, and generally speaking, I lead a normal life. I own property, I pay my taxes, and I stay out of trouble. Life is alright, except sometimes a brother gets the Love Jones, as they say...
Finding a woman who likes bisexual men is like finding a needle in a frigging haystack. Lots of women like to be friends and shopping buddies for gay men, but they prefer their men to be straight. I, Steven Lucien, tried to be straight for a long time. I can't help being a bisexual man. I notice Tennis champion Serena Williams big butt, and boxing champion Anthony Joshua's abs. Don't judge me.
In the black community, black men who happen to be bisexual are portrayed quite negatively. Those same black women who have legions of gay black male friends, usually effeminate ones, think that black men who swing both ways are nasty. To me, this is extremely hypocritical but what do I know? I'm something of a unicorn apparently. An honest bisexual black man. How about that?
I found a woman who accepts me for who and what I am, and her name is Kia. We are happy together and have some bomb sex. Kia is into BDSM and Kink, and I've grown to love the BDSM lifestyle. It's amazing what a man can accomplish when he's got the right woman by his side. Shoot, sometimes I feel that Kia is way more accepting of my bisexuality than I am. I am truly thankful for her.
"I knew you were bisexual from the jump," said my lovely wife, Kia Holloway-Lucien. I looked at the tall, busty and curvy young African American woman with whom I share my life and smiled. Kia and I met in the early 2010s on Fetlife, and we've been tight ever since. It took me a while to realize that Kia was the lady for me but hey, better late than never, right?
"I've never hidden it," I replied, and I smiled at Kia and patted her thigh under the table. We were dining at East Side Mario's restaurant, just another well-dressed black couple having a good time. After dinner, Kia and I went for a walk around the Saint Laurent Mall and we checked out a few stores. I tend to do my shopping at Walmart when it comes to food and clothes. Kia likes to actually shop at the mall, and what the lady says goes...
"Let's check out Payless Shoes," Kia said, and I nodded and dutifully followed my wife into the store. Kia and I just got back from Boston, where my good friend and former flame Wendy Philemon married my best buddy Manny Rutherford. Now, I have an intimate history with these two. Wendy and I met at Bay State College in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, in the early 2000s.
Wendy, the curvy Haitian gal with the adoring smile and the cute round butt simply took my breath away. We became best friends and although she liked me and I felt attracted to her, we never really got past the whole friendship thing. I've often wondered what would have happened if Wendy and I dated. Perhaps we would have ruined a great friendship. Or perhaps we'd be married with lots of brats. Who knows?
Manny and I met about twenty years ago in the City of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, when we were enrolled at the same all-male Catholic school. Manny and I were best friends for most of our lives. I learned that he was bisexual over a decade ago. It kind of surprised me because Manny has always been a ladies man. Shoot, Manny is the dude who stole Cynthia, the first gal I ever fell in love with. In spite of that, Manny and I remained tight.
For a long time, I didn't see or hear from Manny. That's because he lived in the City of Boca Raton, Florida, and married a tall, busty blonde-haired young white woman named Amy Hudson. I was happy for Manny and Amy, and wished them well. When Manny posted on Facebook about his relationship with Amy Hudson ending, I was saddened. I don't know why their marriage ended but wished my old buddy well. These things happen in life...
"Amy found out that I was bisexual and dumped me." Manny told me over the phone a couple of years back. I was stunned by this revelation from Manny. Tall, handsome and muscular, with dark brown skin and stylish dreads, Manny epitomizes masculinity to me. He's the cool brother that all the dudes admire and all the females want to bang. Me? I'm alright, but I've got to work to get the ladies...and the fellas.
