I love my fellow Somalis. I love my family. Fuck the haters! When you’re a strong Black Muslim woman who happens to be queer, life can certainly be ...onely. It’s almost as if I am too strong for my own good. Strong women are said to intimidate weak men. Well, apparently, strong women intimidate weak women as well. My Hooyo ( Somali term of endearment which means mother ) jokingly asked me when I would get off my big butt and bring home a nice gal. My mother looked into my eyes after saying. " I watched her walk away and could see that in spite of buying new underwear today, she still wasn't wearing any under my T-shirt. "Damn, she's hot." I thought, "Too bad she's my sister."The rest of the summer went about that way. I went to work, Jennifer stayed home at first and often had dinner ready for me when I got home. We'd watch some television in the evening and talk until bed time. Her co-workers at the salon boxed up and shipped here gear to her and she began to look for a salon. ”Maddie took another drink. “I was curious what he meant so asked what sort of fun. It was then that he got me to lay down on the settee and pull up my nightdress, my heart was thumping in my chest. He moved down my body and before I knew it he was kissing me down there,” Maddie pointed to her lap. “I was experiencing all manner of strange feelings, I couldn’t see what he was actually doing, then he started to climb on top of me and that was the first time I saw his….”Billy saw that this was. ” “No problem, honey,” she whispered back. I drove home with a smile on my face. A couple weeks later, the night before Alex’s birthday, I spent another day at the spa and hired a babysitter. When Alex got home from work, I told him I’d arranged a birthday dinner at Applebee’s. He smiled and grabbed my ass. “I see you borrowed your sister’s clothes again,” he said. I had one of Jaynie’s mini-skirts on, except this time I skipped the thong. I stretched up so he could reach his hands a little.