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. But then realized that people with moneyoften buy a lot of things in excess whether or not they ever intend touse them. Either way, it was none of my business. I put everythingback, checked to make sure the trunks and the closet were returned tothe way I found everything then carefully closed the door, finisheddusting the room then quietly left.The days continued on and school went well. I would often see theDuBois' every day but sometimes when they or I was busy with somethingelse and because. Well, about my age anyway, I would guess about 45 or so, must be a pre-Penny girlfriend.” She paused for a moment.Sir Philip wasn’t sure if he should fill the pause with a comment or not. Fortunately, she resumed talking again, her voice quite calm.“Actually, I quite liked her. Not at first, obviously, as we were sizing each other up like she-cats on a territory dispute, as you do, you know? But, after spending half the day with her ... and reflecting on my feelings since ... I think we could. Sex party night.I had nothing in the calendar so said I’d love to. Even if I had something on the calendar, I would cancel it because I have been to two of these sex parties before and loved it both times.I’m not completely sure how often these nights happen but I know Alex and Adam put a fair bit of planning and thought into who is invited and what they hope to do. My previous invitations were a little bit last minute and they were short bottoms (guys whose arse can take a pounding versus tops.