Samuelx
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So many weddings have taken place recently.
The most memorable is the one where my friend Kyle married my other friend Stacy. Kyle is tall around 6'4", handsome pretty boy who makes the heads of both men and women turn. He was the very definition of "promiscuous" since I first met him, 4 years ago. He's part black and part Native American. Basically, he is both Biracial and Bisexual. It's a little joke between him and me.
Kyle's a jock who played basketball for one of the better state colleges
in the New England area. He's been with many girls and a large number of boys. He's always been deeply closeted. I understand why. His father is a macho man and big-name business man. His mother is a deeply religious lady. Kyle's always been my buddy. I always saw him as a little brother, even though he is four years older than me. I am the more mature of the two of us. He was a senior in high school when I was a freshman. I was the shy big and tall black kid and he was the star athlete all the girls wanted.
I have to admit that I once lusted after him but he was unattainable and I didn't want to mess up the friendship. He has never been scared of anything. He's a really cool, outgoing guy. I've tried to always be in his life. He's been there for me, tutoring me in math and english when I endured MCAS hell in Massachusetts before graduating high school and going to college.
Yeah, Kyle is special.
His future bride was my friend Stacy.
Stacy is a gorgeous girl. She's about 5'11, with long black hair and light bronze skin. Her father is white, Irish, to be exact. Her mother is
Black, from Kenya. She's biracial too. Stacy is the definition of tomboy, except that underneath her masculine clothes, she has a body that supermodels would envy.
Remember that show XENA WARRIOR PRINCESS ? That's how Stacy is.
I remember the first time Kyle and Stacy met. It was not pleasant. One of Stacy's male friends grabbed the buttocks of Sydney, Kyle's little sister. Kyle wanted to beat the guy up. Stacy barged in. She's always been protective of her male friends. I stopped them both before
anything drastic could take place.
Yeah, they weren't off to a bad start.
The next time they met it was at the YMCA. They played basketball against each other. For hours. I remember Kyle winning, but only by
the hair of his butt. He asked Stacy to go to dinner. She declined.
Kyle showed up at my house and banged on my door until I surrendered and gave him Stacy's number.
Stacy and Kyle began hanging out. At the time, Kyle was sleeping with
a female teacher at his college campus. He was also doing it with
a certain male soccer player who shall remain unnamed. Yeah, Kyle had the hots for Stacy but he wasn't giving up his sexual adventures in the bedrooms of hot ladies and nice-looking men.
One day, Kyle told me that he slept with Stacy. I was mad at him because Kyle always leaves the people he sleeps with. Yet I could tell that this time was different. The next time I saw Stacy, she told me that she had strong feelings for Kyle.
Kyle really liked her. He was there for Stacy's high school graduation. She had won an academic scholarship to a school in the Boston area.
Near mine. Kyle would frequently visit her in the dorms. Kyle came to me for advice on how to tell Stacy that he was bisexual. I recall him telling me that he loved her.
Well, he decided not to tell her. She found out after one of his male ex-lovers tried to out him. All of a sudden, basketball superstar Kyle was "outed" as bisexual. All of his friends deserted him. It was sad.
The girls on his campus treated him like shit. I didn't like seeing him like this.
I went to talk to Stacy. I told him that he needed her. She was mad at him and mad at me for not telling her that her boyfriend was bisexual. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. After some loud words, Stacy went to see Kyle. Kyle was borderline suicidal. This was his fourth year of college, studying Business Administration and
everyone was treating him like shit. You have to understand that he's
a macho man's son. He has a lot of pride. This was hurting him.
Stacy went to see him, and told me to scram.
I didn't see them for a week. The next time I saw them, they were in
bed. Together. I assumed that everything went well.
In May 2004, Stacy got her Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from
the state college she attended. She went to the police academy and now she's a member of Boston's finest. A tall, beautiful woman in uniform and carrying a gun.
On November 9th, 2005, Stacy and Kyle got married. I was there.
Stacy's parents were there. Kyle's mother was there. Kyle's father hasn't spoken to him since news broke out on campus about Kyle's bisexuality. I told Kyle to deny it. He wouldn't. I'm glad that Stacy loves him and accepts him just the way he is. I hope their marriage works.
You think something like that could ever happen to me ?
I'm EXTREMELY unlucky in love. Trust me on that. I've endured so much pain that I decided to be celibate and focus on school and writing instead of sex and romance.
Kyle and Stacy are my idols. I love them. Although I will NEVER tell them this, they sometimes feature in my sexual dreams. Physically, they're among the most beautiful people I've ever seen. They're college-educated African Americans. I wish there were more people like them.
Maybe someday I will find the woman of my dreams. Or the man of my dreams. I ask God/Fate/The Universe/Lady Luck/Whatever only ONE thing.
I just want someone to love, and that she or he loves me back.
Sometimes, I think it's impossible.
But looking at Kyle and Stacy gives me hope.
What do you think ?
The most memorable is the one where my friend Kyle married my other friend Stacy. Kyle is tall around 6'4", handsome pretty boy who makes the heads of both men and women turn. He was the very definition of "promiscuous" since I first met him, 4 years ago. He's part black and part Native American. Basically, he is both Biracial and Bisexual. It's a little joke between him and me.
Kyle's a jock who played basketball for one of the better state colleges
in the New England area. He's been with many girls and a large number of boys. He's always been deeply closeted. I understand why. His father is a macho man and big-name business man. His mother is a deeply religious lady. Kyle's always been my buddy. I always saw him as a little brother, even though he is four years older than me. I am the more mature of the two of us. He was a senior in high school when I was a freshman. I was the shy big and tall black kid and he was the star athlete all the girls wanted.
I have to admit that I once lusted after him but he was unattainable and I didn't want to mess up the friendship. He has never been scared of anything. He's a really cool, outgoing guy. I've tried to always be in his life. He's been there for me, tutoring me in math and english when I endured MCAS hell in Massachusetts before graduating high school and going to college.
Yeah, Kyle is special.
His future bride was my friend Stacy.
Stacy is a gorgeous girl. She's about 5'11, with long black hair and light bronze skin. Her father is white, Irish, to be exact. Her mother is
Black, from Kenya. She's biracial too. Stacy is the definition of tomboy, except that underneath her masculine clothes, she has a body that supermodels would envy.
Remember that show XENA WARRIOR PRINCESS ? That's how Stacy is.
I remember the first time Kyle and Stacy met. It was not pleasant. One of Stacy's male friends grabbed the buttocks of Sydney, Kyle's little sister. Kyle wanted to beat the guy up. Stacy barged in. She's always been protective of her male friends. I stopped them both before
anything drastic could take place.
Yeah, they weren't off to a bad start.
The next time they met it was at the YMCA. They played basketball against each other. For hours. I remember Kyle winning, but only by
the hair of his butt. He asked Stacy to go to dinner. She declined.
Kyle showed up at my house and banged on my door until I surrendered and gave him Stacy's number.
Stacy and Kyle began hanging out. At the time, Kyle was sleeping with
a female teacher at his college campus. He was also doing it with
a certain male soccer player who shall remain unnamed. Yeah, Kyle had the hots for Stacy but he wasn't giving up his sexual adventures in the bedrooms of hot ladies and nice-looking men.
One day, Kyle told me that he slept with Stacy. I was mad at him because Kyle always leaves the people he sleeps with. Yet I could tell that this time was different. The next time I saw Stacy, she told me that she had strong feelings for Kyle.
Kyle really liked her. He was there for Stacy's high school graduation. She had won an academic scholarship to a school in the Boston area.
Near mine. Kyle would frequently visit her in the dorms. Kyle came to me for advice on how to tell Stacy that he was bisexual. I recall him telling me that he loved her.
Well, he decided not to tell her. She found out after one of his male ex-lovers tried to out him. All of a sudden, basketball superstar Kyle was "outed" as bisexual. All of his friends deserted him. It was sad.
The girls on his campus treated him like shit. I didn't like seeing him like this.
I went to talk to Stacy. I told him that he needed her. She was mad at him and mad at me for not telling her that her boyfriend was bisexual. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. After some loud words, Stacy went to see Kyle. Kyle was borderline suicidal. This was his fourth year of college, studying Business Administration and
everyone was treating him like shit. You have to understand that he's
a macho man's son. He has a lot of pride. This was hurting him.
Stacy went to see him, and told me to scram.
I didn't see them for a week. The next time I saw them, they were in
bed. Together. I assumed that everything went well.
In May 2004, Stacy got her Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from
the state college she attended. She went to the police academy and now she's a member of Boston's finest. A tall, beautiful woman in uniform and carrying a gun.
On November 9th, 2005, Stacy and Kyle got married. I was there.
Stacy's parents were there. Kyle's mother was there. Kyle's father hasn't spoken to him since news broke out on campus about Kyle's bisexuality. I told Kyle to deny it. He wouldn't. I'm glad that Stacy loves him and accepts him just the way he is. I hope their marriage works.
You think something like that could ever happen to me ?
I'm EXTREMELY unlucky in love. Trust me on that. I've endured so much pain that I decided to be celibate and focus on school and writing instead of sex and romance.
Kyle and Stacy are my idols. I love them. Although I will NEVER tell them this, they sometimes feature in my sexual dreams. Physically, they're among the most beautiful people I've ever seen. They're college-educated African Americans. I wish there were more people like them.
Maybe someday I will find the woman of my dreams. Or the man of my dreams. I ask God/Fate/The Universe/Lady Luck/Whatever only ONE thing.
I just want someone to love, and that she or he loves me back.
Sometimes, I think it's impossible.
But looking at Kyle and Stacy gives me hope.
What do you think ?
