The government prevents him from coming to America. I wonder if I will ever see him again. Maybe it’s a blessing that he can’t come to America. Th...s place discriminates against men and my father is a strong, proud man. I’d hate for him to be mistreated. I’m resilient, so I can handle it. I hope we meet again someday. Another thing I’d like to discuss with my father is my true self. While living in America, I’ve discovered that I was bisexual. Yep. I was Haitian and bisexual. A Black man who. I said “will think and tell you as I too was thinking to stop by to Bangalore to meet my friends as I was on vacation”. Again I called her and confirmed that we can go by Volvo and seats are available. She too agreed and I have booked and she said that she’ll transfer the money. I said that’s fine and we started our journey at about 11pm.The bus started and we started sharing many things (off course everything including our sexual fantasies) and we were much comfortable in each other’s company.. And no single pursuit has more perfectly encapsulated the meeting place of those two great ideals than that of Magic.Magic, as dreamed by the men and women who slavishly pursue it, is the ultimate expression of doing whatever the fuck you want. Not a fan of aging? Boom, twenty-six forever. Gravity would prefer you stay on the ground? Fuck you Gravity, we're flying up in this bitch. Your neighbor somehow hasn't transformed into a snail yet? Well I hope he's ready for a one-way ticket to. Reminded me of Belle, which was probably why she went for me, because I kept looking at her. She just moved in to an apartment in Oakland. She had a part time job doing graphic design. Prepress actually, and they gave her a full time position. Moved in just before we graduated. Wanted me to move in with her. We had a big fight over it a couple nights before in her dorm room where we could get together. One of the few nights I could stay over. I always had to lie about staying the night. Having.