Jessica S. Preston

I don’t know what it is to love a black man, any man for that matter… That is, outside of the love I’m familiar with for my father, brothers, uncles and my nephew… Other than that, I’m pretty unsure what it is to truly love and accept a man. For so long, I’ve desired to know this love; to finally experience this love with one of the opposite sex. Not just experience it, but to be completely embraced in it. I’ve often ran away and ran away from this type of love and affection because although I desire it to the utmost, I still have no training or the slightest clue on what a woman is and what her position is in the home for herself, her husband and her children. So far, I’ve been winging it… you know, life. No direction and the only cause has been for me to make sure bills are paid and placing one foot in front of the other, attempting to figure this thing out… Recently, I lost my job; my main source of income. Had this have happened just months or even one year ago, I woul...