6 comments/ 14932 views/ 0 favorites Haitian and Male in Canada Ch. 01 By: Samuelx Contrary to what you might have heard, life in Canada is far from easy. Especially if you're an immigrant. Actually, make that if you're an immigrant of color. Immigrants from Europe have an easy time here. Everybody else has to watch their backs. The bigotry I run into as a young Black man living around these parts is more subtle than what I'm used to in the state of Massachusetts. However, a bigot is a bigot. If some fool says something incorrect to me, I will correct his or her dumb ass in a heart beat. That's just how I roll. Growing up in the city of Brockton I learned not to take crap from anybody. The metropolis of Toronto isn't that bad. It's definitely bigger and more lively than the capital city of Ottawa, which is small, boring and lily-white. That's one boring city. Makes me want to hurl. In the big city of Toronto, there is a vibrant African community. You'll also meet many Asians, Hispanics and Arabs in our fair city. It's really quite diverse. The major metropolitan areas of Toronto and Vancouver are the most diverse cities in all of Canada. We so-called minorities are expected to become the majority of the population right here in Toronto less than ten years from now. And folks from the Caribbean are a major factor in that change. We've come to the city of Toronto in full force. You'll see a lot of us in the colleges and universities, in the malls and churches. We're in the big city and its outlying suburbs. Doing our own thing and living our lives. We're an adaptable bunch. How cool is that? Bernard Lamont is the name. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. Way up there in cold-ass Canada. And so far, I'm having the time of my life. I'm in my last semester at the University of Toronto. Next year, I'll be returning to the United States of America. I want to work enforcement. I moved to Toronto from Brockton, Massachusetts, a couple of years ago. I've been here since late 2008. Canada isn't the super friendly place a lot of people would have you believe. I've run into bigots here, and idiots of all stripes. I can deal, though. I don't bow down to the haters and I confront them when necessary. I live my life according to my own terms. I'm twenty five, damn it. It's about time I started living for me. I'm bisexual, and I've started exploring my true self a lot more openly since moving to Toronto. The city is queer-friendly. I have a fuck buddy named Darius Dorvil. He is Haitian-Canadian, hailing from the city of Vancouver, B.C. His family originally comes from the city of Port-De-Paix in the Republic of Haiti. We make for one somewhat odd couple. I'm six-foot-three by 250 pounds, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome. Darius is five-foot-eight, light-skinned and slim. He kind of looks like a male model. He's that pretty. Like me, Darius goes to the University of Toronto and majors in Nursing. I major in Criminal Justice. I want to work enforcement someday. Be a role model for my community. There are lots of Haitians in the Greater Toronto area. Many are newcomers. Others have been in the city for generations. I've seen Haitian churches of every denomination. Catholic, Adventist, Baptist and Episcopalian. I also saw Haitian-owned barber shops, clothing stores, restaurants, bars, motels and night clubs. There used to be a Haitian Community Center at the heart of the city. It recently merged with the Jamaican Cultural Association to become the Caribbean Heritage Center. So many Black folks are moving to Toronto from Haiti, Jamaica, Trinidad and other Caribbean islands that it's not even funny. We're sticking together and making this city our own. And the locals are starting to know it. I love how diverse Toronto is becoming. I just wish my fellow Haitians were more tolerant of gays, lesbians and bisexuals in their midst. My friend and sometimes fuck buddy Darius is openly queer, which I admire him for. It's not easy being gay and Haitian, folks. Even in a supposedly liberal country where gay marriage is legal nationwide. Darius is a hot guy and since I liked sex with no strings attached, we deal with each other sometimes. We have fun together in his house in the suburb of Brampton. Darius is a real freak in bed. The skinny bastard rocks my world. As soon as we get to his house, we get naked and get busy. He kisses me passionately then undresses me. Darius licks every inch of my body. Especially below the waist. He grabs my eight-inch, uncircumcised Black dick and sucks it with gusto. He gets me real hard, then I put on a condom. Darius climbs on top of me and impales himself on my dick. I grip his narrow hips and thrust my cock into his tight ass. Darius loves it when I pound his ass hard. He's a real screamer. I seem to have a thing for shorter, skinnier Black guys. I don't know why. Darius is really good in bed. And he's got a tight ass seemingly made for fucking. After fucking Darius ass, I pull off my condom and make him suck my dick until it's clean. My pal Darius is so wonderfully submissive. He's all about pleasing his partners. How could I not like this about him? Darius is a cool guy. He's not the only guy I hook up with, though. I occasionally deal with this hot-looking guy named Marlon Chang. He's half Asian and half Puerto Rican. Marlon is short, cute and really into big and tall Black guys. He drives a nice car and works as an accountant in the city. We hook up quite often. Darius and I aren't exclusive so my hooking up with Marlon is cool. There are lots of sexy guys of all colors in the city and I'm having fun with them. There are sexy ladies here too but women in Canada are a problematic bunch. I don't need the hassle. I am having some casual fun with the guys while working as mall security and attending the University of Toronto. I don't need the pressures and demands that a steady girlfriend would impose on me. I'm cautiously enjoying being Black, male and bisexual in the big city. Wish me luck. Haitian and Male in Canada Ch. 02 Bernard Lamont here. When we last spoke, I was telling you about my sexual adventures as a big and tall, openly bisexual Black man of Haitian descent in the city of Toronto, Ontario. Life is okay these days. I've adjusted to Toronto really well, though I still miss my old stomping grounds in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The city of champions will always be close to my heart. I'm doing well in all of my classes at the University of Toronto. And I'm having fun with sexy guys left and right. Yeah, life is cool. Still, sometimes I feel like something is missing. For the life of me I couldn't tell you what. Oh, well. I'm sure I will figure it out eventually. I'm meeting a lot of sexy guys in the magnificently diverse city of Toronto. I really like other gay and bisexual men of color. Black is my first choice. I occasionally like Puerto Rican and Asian guys. Well, those Asian guys who aren't bigoted against us Black men, that is. I've been known to hook up with Arab guys, but only the darker-skinned ones. No pale guys for me. Just my preference. White guys don't do it for me. Never have and probably never will. The Greater Toronto Area is teeming with sexy gay and bisexual men. Especially in the fast-growing immigrant communities. A lot of these gay and bisexual immigrant guys are married to women who don't know their men swing that way. I could care less. I wasted too much time worrying about what society and women think. Fun is what I need. Right now, I am lying in bed with my fuck buddy Marlon Chang, a sexy gay man of Puerto Rican and Asian descent. He's an accountant with a nice car but that's not why I like him. Marlon is hot as hell and fucks really good. We've become regular fuck buddies since my pal Darius left Toronto for Vancouver. Marlon and I just had what I can sincerely call the fuck of the century. We practically tore into each other. Marlon sucked my dick so much he had me walking around his apartment with a permanent erection. As reward, I tapped that ass of his like ass fucking was going out of style. I put him on all fours, put on a condom and greased his ass with lube. Then I grabbed his hips and shoved my dick up his ass. Marlon is a real screamer. He craves my dick up his ass and I am delighted to give it to him. We fucked and sucked like crazy for hours. Marlon invited a friend of his to join us in bed last night. A very sexy Jamaican guy named Joel Harris. He's an officer with the Toronto Department of Corrections. He's married to a Kenyan woman named Mabel and they have a son together. Joel's wife is the daughter of his church pastor and works as a schoolteacher in Brampton. She has no idea he swings both ways. I don't usually do threesomes but I couldn't pass up Joel. The guy was too hot. A tall, sexy Black man with hair braided into neat cornrows. He kind of reminds me of that hot Hollywood actor Lee Thompson Young. Joel was a really fun fuck. He sucked my dick while I sucked Marlon's cock. Joel Harris was a really talented guy in unexpected ways. The sexy Jamaican guy could really suck dick well. No complaints on my part. Then we had a steamy three-way. While I sucked Marlon's dick, Joel put on a condom and took me from behind. The tall Jamaican stud thrust his dick up my ass and began fucking me. Gripping my hips, he fucked me roughly. Hard and fast, he pounded his dick into me. Oh, man. I'd forgotten how much fun getting fucked could be. I'm not a total top. Most gay guys assume I am because I'm big and tall. While I like to fuck guys, I also like getting fucked too. Joel had a really big dick and he really tore into me. The Jamaican stud filled my asshole with his hard dick. While Joel pounded my ass, Marlon sucked my dick with gusto. I screamed in pleasure as these two sexy studs worked me over. After Joel got done fucking me, we tried something else. I put on another condom and began fucking Joel while my buddy Marlon had a go with my ass. Marlon is usually a bottom but he has told me he wanted to switch once in a while. I'm cool with that. I put Joel on all fours and rammed my dick up his ass. Meanwhile, Marlon put on a condom and lubricated my ass. I felt his dick slide into my backdoor and groaned in pleasure. Marlon fucked me roughly, and I screamed in pleasure mixed with pain as he took me on the ride of a lifetime. Our three-way fun continued well into the night. By the time all was said, I had fucked and been fucked every which way. Joel took a shower and left. He told his wife he was working that night but instead came over to Marlon's place and had fun with us. After Joel left, Marlon and I resumed fucking. We did it pretty much all over his apartment. I wonder what his cleaning lady would think the next day. I like getting fucked by Marlon. And he likes getting fucked by me. I think it's better when both guys are versatile instead of a total top and a total bottom. It's better this way. More fun can be had in many ways. I'm living a crazy, funny and sexy life in Toronto, folks. From Monday to Friday I'm in class, getting good grades and working on my future. Weeknights I'm either at work or at Marlon's apartment. Banging. On the weekends, I'm in church. My church's priest is a guy named Father Claude Mesidor, a tall Black guy in his fifties. He often asks me why I'm not dating one of the pretty young Black women in our Haitian Catholic church. The truth is that while I still find women attractive, especially Black women, I'm having way too much fun with men. Whatever woman I get with would have to accept my bisexuality. Otherwise she can get to stepping, as they say. Are we clear? Haitian and Male in Canada Ch. 03 By now, you should know the game. Bernard Lamont is the name. A big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian man living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I major in Criminal Justice at the University of Toronto. Prior to that, I attended city college in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm having the time of my life these days, folks. Hooking up with sexy Black, Asian, Arab and Hispanic guys left and right in the city of Toronto. There are so many hot guys here. And they're all ready to hook up. It's a bisexual Black man's paradise. I was thoroughly enjoying my new lifestyle in the city of Toronto. Back in Massachusetts, I hid my bisexuality mainly because my parents and friends weren't very accepting. In Canada, I live alone in an off-campus apartment. My relatives live in the suburbs and hardly come to the city. I'm free to do whatever I want. I have a regular stable of hot guys I like to hook up with. First, there was my friend Darius Dorvil. A sexy Haitian guy I met in the nursing department of Toronto University. He was hot as hell but unfortunately he moved to Vancouver. He's in love with some Asian guy and wants to try monogamy. Doesn't everyone on the planet know monogamy and men are a match made in hell? In my sweet friend Darius absence, I try to keep busy. My buddy Marlon Chang, a hot guy of Asian and Puerto Rican descent, keeps me warm in cold-ass Toronto. He's an accountant with a pretty face, lithe body and a big dick. And he really knows how to use them to get what he wants. Marlon is really into big and tall Black guys like myself. His sex is sizzling and he's never jealous. When our sex needs a little spicing up, Marlon invites Joel Harris to join us. Joel is a tall Jamaican guy who works for the Department of Corrections. He's married to some Kenyan chick named Mabel and has a son with her. All I care about is that Joel is sexy as hell and really knows how to fuck a brother. Like a lot of gay and bisexual Jamaican guys in Toronto. We have threesomes regularly. Recently, I had the threesome of the decade with Marlon and Joel. We fucked for hours. Until I thought I was going to pass out. These two sexy studs have a lot of energy. I think professional guys are the best fucks. Take Joel Harris and Marlon Chang for example. Joel works for the Department of Corrections and it's really top being Black and enforcement in Canada. If his co-workers found out he was bisexual, he'd be finished. So he has to hide his bisexuality from friends, family and co-workers. When he hooks up with me, he's got a lot of pent-up energy. It makes for awesome fucks. The kind you have to see to believe. That's also the case with Marlon Chang. Even though Marlon is cool with being gay, he's got to be careful about living his lifestyle because he works for a conservative accounting firm. Marlon works for the first major accounting company to be Black-owned in all of Canada. The firm is thirty years old and quite powerful. His bosses are wealthy millionaires from the Caribbean. To make the big bucks, he's got to walk the walk. Marlon usually shows up at office parties with a female friend who pretends to be his girlfriend. The rest of the time, he's bar-hopping and bed-hopping. Marlon sleeps with a lot of guys. He likes to keep it moving when it comes to the male body. Is he cool or what? I thought I was one of the freakiest people out there. Until I stood corrected. The freakiest person on the planet in my humble opinion is Wendy Paul. A tall, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned and short-haired Haitian chick I met at the Haitian Catholic church near my apartment. We were introduced by Father Mesidor, the older guy in charge of the parish. At first, I thought Wendy was like a lot of our church's ladies. Boring. We've got a congregation of four hundred people, and single women make up thirty percent of it. Married couples make up fifty percent, and then there's the elderly. I can acknowledge there are sexy Black women at my church. Too bad none of them lit my fire. Haitian women are sexy, but many of them are too narrow-minded, judgmental and conservative for me. I'm a bisexual Haitian man living in the big city while attending college. That's not going to be cool with most Haitian women. That's why I don't even bother flirting with the ladies at my church anymore. Since I was convinced women couldn't accept me as a bisexual man, I sought relations exclusively with other gay and bisexual men. Anyhow, when Wendy and I were introduced, I saw something quite familiar in her eyes. She was hot, but I've met hot women before. She transferred to the University of Toronto from Spelman College in Atlanta, Georgia. Wow. A Haitian-American gal. Now that's cool. I thought I was the only Haitian-American in the city. Black Canadians are so nerdy. Most of them don't do it for me. Wendy was eyeing me the way a hungry man looks at fast food. She was interested in me and made it clear from the get go. Well, I wasn't used to women being so flirtatious with me. Especially tall, sexy Black women like Wendy. I surprised myself by flirting right back. And that's how it all began. The following Monday, I ran into Wendy on campus. She was at the student center. Wow. And she was looking hot in a sexy, short red dress under a Black leather coat. Oh, my. The gal had a voluptuous body, wide hips, thick legs and a big butt. I haven't fucked a woman since I came to Canada. I've been sleeping with sexy gay and bisexual men exclusively. And I thought I was almost gay now. Yet the sight of Wendy's big booty as she bent over to pick up her book caused my dick to harden. What's happening to me? I approached Wendy and began chatting with her. She went right to business. The hot Haitian gal told me she found me hot and wanted to do me. I hesitated, and told her I wasn't sure. Wendy laughed and told me that she knew I fucked guys, but she wanted to fuck me too. I was stunned. Smiling, she told me she was the best friend of Darius Dorvil, my ex-lover, who told her everything about me. Wow. Small world. I looked at her, stunned. The whole thing felt fishy to me. Wendy touched my arm and told me she liked gay and bisexual guys. She just could never find one to fuck her. Wow. A hot Haitian woman who likes bisexual guys. Now I've seen everything. I went to Wendy's dorm. What did I have to lose at this point? Wendy and I got busy, folks. She ushered me into her dorm, and we quickly undressed. Then she kissed me passionately and ran her hands all over me. She grabbed my cock and stroked it while kissing me. Kneeling before me, she took my eight-inch, uncircumcised Black cock and sucked it eagerly. In no time she had me hard. I put on a condom and got ready to fuck her. Wendy asked me to lick her pussy first. I nodded and licked her pussy for five minutes. It wasn't my thing. She seemed to like what I did, though. Taking my cock, she pushed it inside of her. I held her hips and thrust into her. And just like that, I began fucking one of the hottest women I'd seen in ages. I put Wendy on all fours as I fucked her. She asked me to spank her ass and pull her hair. I did this happily. The freaky bitch squealed in delight. Imagine my surprise when she asked me to fuck her in the ass. I was okay with it. I've fucked so many guys in the ass. How different could a woman's ass be? I held Wendy's hips and thrust my dick into her asshole. Slowly I worked my dick up her booty hole. The big Black woman groaned as I fucked her ass. I smacked her ass, loving the way it jiggled as I fucked it. It was awesome. We fucked like this for a while, then I came and pulled out. Afterwards, Wendy took off the condom and sucked my dick dry. The freaky chick even swallowed my cum. Afterwards, I left her dorm. I went to Marlon's apartment and hooked up with him. My sexy gay man fucked me silly, just the way I liked it. I guess I really am bisexual. I like dick, and pussy. And I like both male and female asses. Both feel wonderful around my dick during anal sex. The next day, I saw Wendy in church. She sat right next to me. We smirked at each other throughout the ceremony. After mass, Father Mesidor came to see us. He was happy to see us getting along. Wendy giggled and squeezed my hand. Then I went to her place and fucked her. Thus, I added a female fuck buddy to my fuck buddy list which included many gay and bisexual guys from the Greater Toronto Area. Sometimes, I wonder what Marlon and Wendy would think of each other if they knew one another. Both have a thing for bisexual guys. Both crave sex. And both like me. Who knows? Maybe one day I will introduce them. Or maybe not. Haitian and Male in Canada Ch. 04 Banging a sexy, big-booty Black woman in the ass. It's a pleasure I hadn't experienced up until recently. You see, I've been so busy fucking guys that I didn't realize women like anal sex too. My name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. And I'm openly bisexual. Right now, I'm banging the hell out of my sexy girlfriend Wendy Paul. She's one of those rare Black women who seems to really like bisexual guys. I've got her on all fours, face down and ass up. And I'm fucking her ass so hard it's not even funny. Wendy is going buck-wild. I guess this big sexy Black woman really loves some cock up her butt. I'm cool with that. Wendy and I are doing it in the small living room area of her dorm at the University of Toronto. Just two students having a mid-afternoon fuck, one bright day in March 2010. Wendy is screaming like a woman possessed as I drill my cock up her ass. With only a small amount of lube, I was able to fit my eight inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black cock up Wendy's ass. This five-foot-eleven, big-breasted and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black chick is one of the freakiest people I've ever met. She's starting to make me think I might have missed out on some fun by banging too many guys and not enough women. Nope, I don't think so. No matter how hot or kinky a woman is, she can't replace my guys. Not a chance in hell. I smack Wendy's big ass as I work my dick up her asshole. This drives her absolutely nuts. I even pull her hair and berate her while fucking her. This woman likes the rough stuff more than most of the guys I've been with. How could this be? I don't know. I guess a lot of women are freakier than most men think. I flip Wendy onto her back and plunge my cock back inside her asshole. I taped her pussy shut with a roll of tape. If that seems strange to you, let me explain. I've never liked pussy. Especially when it's staring me in the face, all pink and glistening. Makes me want to hurl. However, I love the rest of the female body. I love a woman's cute face, breasts, legs and buttocks. Hell yeah. It's just that I never much cared for dick to pussy sex. I love anal sex. And I will stick my dick up the ass of any woman or man who lets me. I don't discriminate based on gender. I look into Wendy's beady little eyes as I thrust my dick even deeper into her asshole. I pull out of her, apply more lube on her asshole and then push my dick back inside. Whether you're with a guy or a female, you need lots of lubrication during anal sex. I gently smack Wendy's face while fucking her. She yelped in surprise and for a moment I was worried I'd gone too far. She licked her lips and asked me to smack her again. Apparently this kind of stuff turns her on. I told you she likes the rough stuff. I fucked Wendy's ass until I came, blasting my hot cum deep inside of her. I know I am breaking my rules by fucking her without a condom. However, she's on the pill ( I made sure ) and we've both recently taken blood tests. Neither of us has any STDs. We can fuck till kingdom come without any consequences. Why do I go through all this trouble? I don't usually do all that with my male lovers. When I hook up with a guy, we always use condoms. And we're always discrete. That's about it. With Wendy, I find myself breaking some of my most sacred rules. And sex is the reason. Damn it. I'm starting to become addicted to the feel of Wendy's asshole around my dick. I think I like a woman's asshole more than a man's asshole. What an odd thing for a bisexual man to say, I know. However, there is a difference between them. A woman's ass feels different. Don't ask me why. It simply does. After fucking, Wendy and I take a breather. She starts smoking one of her menthols. I sigh. I hate smokers. I take a shower and leave. Wendy watches me go, laughing. I can't stand her sometimes, but I am addicted to her. She's loud, sarcastic and so damn kinky. The biggest slut in the city of Toronto. She tells me that I'm the only guy she sleeps with and I find that hard to believe. One day I ran into her at a restaurant and caught her making out with some chubby Asian woman. Wendy smiled and introduced me to Mariko, her friend from Tokyo, Japan. Mariko is a Japanese student majoring in business at the University of Toronto. She's also exploring her sexuality, in particular her lust for tall, full-figured Black women. Wow. I didn't know Wendy was bisexual. You learn something new every bloody day in this town. I exit Wendy's apartment, and go visit my other lover, Marlon Chang. Unfortunately, my favourite gay accountant isn't around. He's out of town for business. On his doorstep I find a note addressed to his 'friends'. It says that he's in Vancouver for the next couple of weeks, and will return as soon as possible. I return to my apartment and think about Marlon. All the good times we share. He's got a cute face, sexy body and an amazing dick. I've sucked him, fucked him and been fucked by him. I find myself hardening at the thought of Marlon's body. I stroke my dick, pumping it hard. I imagine Marlon bending me over and stuffing his dick up my ass after making me suck his cock. He's usually the bottom and I'm usually the top but lately, we've been switching. Our way of spicing things up in our relationship. I cum hard, jets after jets squirt out of my dick. Oh, yeah. I still like guys. Wendy's fantastic ass can't change that about me. I'm bisexual. I'm not straight and have no desire to be. I drift asleep, thinking about my life. I'm in my mid-twenties, studying at one of Canada's top universities. I'm healthy, make okay money and I'm living my life in the big city. From time to time, I see friends and family members. Occasionally I miss my old life in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. It's the place where I lived long before moving to Canada in search of different opportunities. The city of champions was dear to me. I had a lot of fun and some sorrow there. That's life, I guess. Toronto is home for the time being. And I embrace its pleasures, wonders and pitfalls. Haitian and Male in Canada Ch. 05 The power of anger is something no one should underestimate. It grabs hold of you and won’t let go. And it affects you long after the feeling has abated. Whether you’re male or female, Black or White, Straight, Bisexual or Gay. Trust me. This is something I learned the hard way. My name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I’m a student at the University of Toronto, majoring in Criminal Justice. Oh, and I’m Bisexual. Life sucks these days. Seriously. Adaptation is something every living thing must do in order to survive. I’m adapting to life in Ontario after moving there from Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m just not sure survival is worth it out here. What do I mean by that? Follow me. Ever since I came to Canada, I had to adjust to a lot of things. First and foremost, Canadians are hypocrites and they’re more bigoted than the majority of Americans. They’re just better at hiding it behind their fake smiles. Most of them aren’t happy with the hundreds of thousands of immigrants from Africa, Asia and the Middle East who move into the country every year. Yet they claim to want diversity. What a load of crap. Growing up in the Republic of Haiti, I was made aware of global racism and imperialism. When I moved to the United States of America, I knew I had to be careful. In the city of Brockton, I found a home. A real home. Brockton, Massachusetts, a city with a population of one hundred thousand people. Fifty two percent of them are folks of African-American, Asian, Hispanic or Middle-Eastern descent. It’s a city where minorities are the majority. Like Detroit, Houston, Atlanta, Washington D.C. and Los Angeles along with many cities across the United States of America. In Brockton, I made friends across the racial spectrum. My best friend Remy Pierrot is Haitian. My other friends Jesse Cox and Matthew DiMarco are Caucasian. Jesse is Irish and Matthew is Jewish. My buddy Kenny is North Vietnamese. We all hung out at the Westgate Mall on Friday nights, drinking our Pepsis and trying to work up the nerve to approach hot women. Just five guys hanging out. We’re folks of different racial backgrounds but we all went to the same school and became friends. That’s what America came to mean to me. Many people, many ethnicities, one nation. In Canada, it’s not rare to see white folks being friends with people of color but it’s not the same thing. I think Canada has more bigots per capita than the U.S.A. Canadians pretend racism and discrimination don’t exist. Many of them, both black and white, have bought into that dangerous self-serving mythology. I’ve run into enough bigoted Canadians to know that’s not true. Another thing. Around here, bigots seem to run in pairs. I’ve lost count of how many times I sat on the bus, reading my magazine Black Enterprise, only to hear some nasty comments being whispered by a white couple sitting nearby. Yeah, racists seem to travel in pairs here, especially in Ottawa. They’re always stunned when I confront them. I’m a Black man who lived in the tough world of urban America, not one of those meek African immigrants who live out here. I didn’t bow down to racist men and racist women in America and I’m not about to start in Canada. Believe it. In the city of Toronto, the situation is slightly better than Ottawa. In Toronto, the majority of the population is made up of non-European immigrants. The Haitians, Japanese, East Indians, Africans, Jamaicans, Chinese and Arabs have made this place their home. And they pretty much outnumber folks of European descent out here. It’s one of the most diverse cities in Canada. The only place that’s more diverse in all of Canada is the city of Vancouver. Well, the town of Vancouver is nice but it’s kind of expensive. The bustling metropolis of Toronto is cheaper. Much cheaper. It’s a nice place for the most part. Don’t buy into what Canadians from other places are telling you. Toronto is a gang-infested urban nightmare. It’s the face of the changing demographics of Canada. It’s multicultural and diverse, instead of being lily-white. Isn’t that cool? Sorry to go all racial on you but I had to get this stuff off my chest. Oh, well. I feel better now. Much better. Why did I go off like that? A Haitian friend of mine told me how she got mistreated by the racist guards at the Ottawa International Airport. These racist bastards and bitches tend to single out Africans, Asians and Arabs for mistreatment. You’ll never hear of a guard at the Ottawa International Airport strip-searching a white person. No way. Someone should fire these racist goons and replace them with decent-minded folks who aren’t bigots. How about hiring more people of color to work at the Ottawa International Airport instead of handing out jobs to racists? Who’s with me? My friend has since filed a lawsuit against the Ottawa International Airport for racial profiling, sexism and discrimination. The media got wind of it and ran the story on the evening news. I bet those bastards and bitches who run the Ottawa International Airport are shitting bricks now! I’m in a funk today. And not just because I had a talk with my friend about what happened to her at the Ottawa International Airport. Nope. Something else is frustrating me. I’m not entirely sure what, though. Is it my relationship with Marlon Chang? My favourite biracial gay accountant has yet to return from his trip. My new fuck buddy Wendy Paul, a voluptuous and very kinky Black woman I met in church ( of all places) has also been scarce. Classes are taking their toll on her. I can relate. The University of Toronto isn’t the easiest school in the world. I’m staying inside today. Just browsing certain social networking websites and listening to music. Nothing good on TV right now. Life sucks but hey, what are you going to do? I’ve got no choice but to live it. Until it ends. Haitian and Male in Canada Ch. 06 The first time I laid eyes on her, I knew she was something special. Who am I talking about? This tall young Black woman I saw walking out of this quaint Haitian restaurant near downtown Toronto. She was around five-foot-ten, with long Black hair, medium brown skin and a delightfully curvy body. Hot damn. The gal had a cute face, voluptuous body and a big booty. And she looked really good in a red silk shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes. I just had to say something to her. My reaction to her really surprised me. You see, I'm bisexual and I usually notice hot guys before spotting pretty girls. I still like both sexes but that's just the way I'm wired. The name is Bernard Lamont, the University of Toronto's favourite big and tall, ruggedly handsome Haitian stud. It's not every day that I notice a really gorgeous Black woman. Alright, I lied. There are gorgeous Black women all over Toronto. The campus is teeming with them. However, most of them don't do it for me. I like guys better. Well, something about that chick really pulled me in. I followed her to the student bus stop and tried striking up a conversation. I knew I looked alright. I'm over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and solid-looking, if slightly chubby. My skin is dark brown and I love it. To hell with the ignorant haters and self-loathers. Black is beautiful. Damn straight it is. You heard it from me. I approached this sexy gal cautiously. Surely a hot young woman like that was used to guys approaching her. I didn't want her to think I'm a creep. To my surprise, she seemed really cool when I started talking to her. I don't mean to bad mouth the sisters or women in general but the really hot ones are usually stuck-up. Here was an insanely hot, curvy sister who was actually down to earth and easy to talk to. This Black man has found the jackpot! Her name was Gina Renaud, and she was a newcomer to Canada. She grew up in Marseille, a city in dreaded France. Why do I say dreaded France? I'm one hundred percent Haitian. We don't like the French and they're not in love with us either. Gina was some kind of special. A Haitian woman from France. Wow. Gina Renaud has recently transferred from the University of Paris in Sorbonnes to the University of Toronto. That's quite the change of scenery. I was instantly fascinated with her. And I found her accent and shy smile to be intoxicating. We got on the bus together and continued talking. Gina had an aunt named Wilma Renaud who lived in Ajax, a small suburb of Toronto. Her aunt worked as a doctor at the university hospital and Gina lived with her. Hot damn. This gal's sexy as hell, comes from another country and has an aunt who's a doctor. Is she trying to get me to change my religion? I just might turn heterosexual just for her! Gina and I walked through the campus, just a couple of Haitian students striding through Canada's most diverse university. I must admit we looked good together. I wanted to know more about Gina. Gorgeous, educated and well-traveled Black women are a rare and wondrous thing. I'd be a very foolish brother if I let her go. So I asked her for her number. She took mine instead. Now that wasn't cool. It's not a good thing for a man to give a woman his number rather than taking hers. You see, young women take forever to call young men. By the time she gets around to it, the guy might be dead...of old age. I told Gina I'd add her on everybody's favourite social networking website. The face of the online social world. Gina parted from my company. She had to get to class. I watched her walk away. Hot damn. You should have seen her, folks. A face that was cuter than that of Alicia Keys. A curvy body that would make Ashanti jealous. And an ass that Serena Williams would envy. I am what can only be described as an ass watcher. I'm always spying booty. Both male and female. Booty from Africa, booty from Brazil and booty from the Caribbean. Those are the best booties on the planet. The ladies and men from those regions of the world are the sexiest. And she beats them all, hands down. I think I have found the perfect Black woman. And her name is Gina Renaud. With a smile on my face, I went to my Ethics class. I sat through class, listening to Professor Jean-Marc Delvar drone on and on about the importance of Ethics enforcement. Personally, I've rarely met truly ethical cops. Most of them were biased one way or the other. If they're not racially biased then they're biased in the context of gender. Everyone's biased in some way. I'm biased and so are you. How could we expect cops to be any different? Usually I enjoy Professor Delvar's class. He's one of a few Haitian instructors we have here on campus. There are quite a few African and Asian professors around, since the University of Toronto has tried to diversify its faculty. I think that's cool. That afternoon I simply couldn't focus. I was daydreaming about Gina Renaud, the mystery lady. She had the type of big, shapely and absolutely gorgeous ass that could make a gay man go straight. Present company included. I went home, and added her as a friend on the web. She called me shortly after, and we talked for quite a while. I learned a lot about her. She regaled me with tales of growing up in Marseille, which she described as the most diverse city in all of France. According to her, there were scores of Africans, Asians and Arabs in Marseille. Nice to know there is some diversity in the cities of France. It's the last place on earth I'd want to inhabit, though. For hours Gina and I talked. I felt like I had known her forever. Wow. This lady was absolutely fantastic. I looked forward to seeing her the next day. We agreed to meet by the student center. I spotted her there. Standing next to a couple of skinny white chicks and a nerdy Asian guy, she wasn't easy to spot. She was gorgeous and they were mundane. Oh, my. Gina looked absolutely sexy in a bright red dress under a Black jacket. I smiled at her and we shook hands. Her handshake was very, very strong. We walked together, and I tried to discreetly quiz her. Did she have a boyfriend? What was she doing in Toronto? Just as we were headed for the cafeteria, I saw a chubby white guy yelling at another guy who looked obviously queer. I bristled. I've seen a lot of arrogant white guys in Canada. They act like they own the place. In the U.S. they know better than to start a fight with Black men. They know we can kick their asses long before the cops come around. Around here, they act like they're invincible. I don't like bigots. Whether we're talking about racists or homophobes. I noticed that Gina was looking at the scene, and she didn't look happy. Only one thing to do. I've got to man up. So I excused myself from Gina, and walked up to the chubby white guy. I told him to shut his mouth otherwise I'd kick his ass. And I also told him I knew campus security's response time. I'd mop the floor with him before they got to me. The chubby white dude hesitated. Clearly, like most Canadians, he wasn't used to an outspoken Black man getting in his face. I smiled. He cursed and walked away. Feeling quite good about the whole thing, I went back to Gina. You should have seen the look on her pretty face. She was positively beaming. She just grabbed me and kissed me. Wow. I wasn't expecting that. When Gina's soft lips pressed against mine, it felt absolutely magical. She looked into my eyes and there was a twinkle in hers. She was some kind of special. Linking my arm with hers, she led me away from the cafeteria. We went out to the parking lot, and next thing I knew we were standing in front of a bright red Mercedes Benz. Wow. I looked at the car and smiled. Whose car was this? Gina opened the door for me, and then got behind the wheel. This was her car. And what a smooth ride it was. We drove out of the campus parking lot, and onto the big city. Where was she taking me? Gina smiled and told me she wanted to surprise me. We drove out of the big city and onto the suburbs. Yeah, we were in Ajax. Gina pulled up into a nice neighbourhood and parked in the driveway. Gina and I stepped out of the car, and she welcomed me inside. The house looked really nice. Painted white and brown, with a nice yard. Folks in Ajax are really living it up. Quite a few Jamaicans live in Ajax. Haitians prefer the Greater Toronto Area itself and the suburb of Brampton. The house was beautifully decorated. I saw a portrait of Jean-Jacques Dessalines, the First Emperor of the Republic of Haiti. A strong Black man who helped us defeat the French colonial system and establish our republic. I also saw some African artwork and some Caribbean paintings. Cool. Gina sat me down in the living room and went to get us drinks. I looked around. The house was really hot. I saw a portrait of Gina's aunt. She was a lovely woman in her late forties. In many of the pictures there was another woman with her. The same woman, over and over again. Must be a friend. Cool. Gina came back with some lemonade, and we sipped them. I looked at her. Couldn't help myself. She was so hot. We talked for a bit, and I thanked her for inviting me home. She led me to the kitchen, and grabbed two plates out of the refrigerator. We ate some delicious Haitian food together. Rice and beans, along with fried pork. And we washed it down with some Pepsi and orange juice. Now that's my kind of meal. Gina was smiling at me in a way I really liked. She couldn't stop commenting on my bravery for standing up to the bigoted bastard earlier. I tried to play it cool but I was really proud of myself. Bigoted bozos in Canada get away with way too much. In America, they have a healthy fear of Black men. They know we can kick their asses if they talk trash. As we talked, I learned a lot more about Gina Renaud. She was quite progressive in her views. Growing up in the diverse city of Marseille, she was exposed to a lot of multiculturalism. Attending a school with a majority made up of African, Asian and Arab students boosted her self-esteem. She grew up to be a strong Black woman, even though she lived among the bigoted and dreadful French. I'm so glad to see that. In Canada, I've met a lot of Black women who seem meek and docile, except when they're around Black men, then they get hostile. They seem oblivious to the bigots all around us and seem to reserve their fury for the men of their own race. I'm happy to see Gina Renaud wasn't like the Black Canadian women I had met. The way I see it, Black men and Black women worldwide should unite against the forces of racism and discrimination. We should look out for one another in the racist world we live in, rather than turn against our own. Tell that to the Black women of America and Canada. They're too busy bashing Black men to notice that other folks don't really care about them. Enough about that. Let's talk of happier things. I enjoyed my dinner with Gina Renaud. Afterwards we went into the living room and watched a classic Haitian movie, I Love You Anne. She had a ton of Haitian DVDs. From classic Haitian action flicks like Le Cap A La Une to horror movies like Le Fils Du Diable. Hot damn. Gina and I watched the movie I Love You Anne. It was a really cool flick starring Nice Simon, Haiti's top actress. Between her and Haitian box office superstar Dolores Jeremie, I can't decide who I like more. I've bought dozens of Haitian DVDs in the past months. The quake and its aftermath got me thinking about home more than ever before. Gina sat awfully close to me on the couch. I put my arm around her and she grinned. Just like that, we fell asleep watching the movie. When I came to, hours had gone by. It was late afternoon. Gina gave me a ride home, and I promised to take her out the next day. She kissed me chastely on the lips before driving off. I went back to my apartment, feeling quite alright. Oh, man. I think I might be falling in love with this chick. I grabbed a bottle of Prestige, the world-famous Haitian beer brand. I watched the Hancock DVD I had rented from the nearby video store. I can't get enough of this movie. Will Smith rocks. We need more African-American superheroes on the big screen. So far we've got Blade the Vampire Hunter, Spawn, Storm of the X-Men and Hancock. I sighed and thought of Gina Renaud...again. What is it about this chick? I can't get enough of her. She's amazing. I didn't know gorgeous, intelligent and open-minded, single Black women still walked the earth. I went to check my phone messages. One was from Marlon Chang, the gay accountant I sometimes hooked up with. He was back in town apparently. The other message came from Wendy Paul, the freaky Black chick I met at my church. Both wanted the same thing from me. I didn't call them back. Instead I sat down and thought about Gina. My Gina. I think I'm falling for her. And that opens up a whole can of worms considering who and what I am. Gina Renaud seems cool with gay people and doesn't like homophobes. That doesn't mean she'd be cool with going out with a bisexual man. What am I going to do?