My Black Transsexual Goddess

They smile in your face and once you're out of earshot, they make disparaging remarks about your race, your religion ( especially if you're Muslim ) and your national origins. If you confront them about it, they'll swear on their mama's grave that they're not prejudiced. Bunch of two-faced clowns. Still, I did choose to come here and start a new life for myself. It was my decision. I accept whatever consequences arise as a result of it. Things aren't so bad at Carleton University. At a school where almost half of all students are visible minorities ( that's what they call you in Canada if you're Black, Chinese, Hindu, Arab or anything other than white ), a brother like me still gets me stared at. Wonderful.

I sat down and looked at the Criminology assignment that's due Friday morning at nine. A paper on racial conflict in prison subcultures. It's ten in the evening Thursday. I need to have ten pages done, not counting the cover page, and the bibliography. So far I've got eight pages done, counting the cover page and bibliography. The professor, a lady who shall remain unnamed, is a tight-ass broad who insists that all papers handed in must be on a size twelve font, typed in the Times New Roman style. I'm more of a fan of Calibri but hey, whatever the lady wants, right? So there I was, sitting in the library and trying not to think about what I did a few hours earlier. And I was failing miserably. Alright, since I've got your attention now, I guess I'll tell you all about it.

Earlier that day, I was feeling horny and I was down to two hundred dollars in my Scotia Bank checking account. I hadn't gotten laid ever since I got dumped by Nancy Desanges, this tall and fine-looking, big-booty Haitian chick I met at the Blair Cineplex six months ago. We chatted and exchanged numbers while watching the movie The Dictator. I started hanging out with her and got to know her better. Nancy was really interesting. I didn't know that women like her existed. A Black woman who loves sports, action movies and video games, and also enjoys the company of Black men. I thought chicks like that were the stuff of myth. Most of the Black women I meet in the environs of Ottawa worship white males the way evangelical Christians worship Our Lord Jesus Christ and yet they get mad when they see a Black guy with a woman who isn't Black. Go figure.