Everybody needs a little change...

I've been struggling lately with a number of issues. One of them being my continued membership in a certain fraternal leather organization for men of color. I've been a member of ONYX going on two years this August and I've enjoyed and learned much but there's something that makes me want to leave while I can. And NO, it's not my position as an officer. There's no doubt I could perform the duties assigned if I had gotten more support sooner, but more on that in a few. Let me start by saying ONYX is an incredible organization made of a number of different men of color (not just black) that come from a variety of backgrounds. Many of them are professionals in various fields and industry from which many other members both Full brother and associates can benefit. Which makes my decision to part so much more difficult. You see, when I decided to join ONYX New York/Northeast I did so with the intention of getting know men of color who shared the same struggles and lifestyle I did. Having been an individualist most of my life, I thought this was a ideal opportunity to join with a group of people with whom I could identify. After attending a number of meetings and events where I met a few members, one of which I'll call "Dick". Dick was a nice guy, always commenting my looks and intellect, he seemed like a well-versed guy I could share a beer with and watch a marathon of Doctor Who on a Sunday afternoon. Admittedly, Dick is the one ONYX brother I spent most of my time with before and after I became a member. Side note: I choose to utilize the word 'member' instead of 'brother' although both are interchangeable when talking about this organization. The reason will be explained in depth in the coming sentences. Dick and I were cool and even though we had differences in our own philosophies toward life and how we managed through it we got along fine. Some would say a little too well, but those are people casting assumptions where they shouldn't be. Yeah, we fooled around but we certainly weren't an item. Well, with that watermelon-shaped butt of his how could anyone resist? I mean, there was NO way that overconfident jock was going to be a top every single time. There would have been some serious flip-fucking going on. But I digress. Dick and I had a friendship until after a bar night where my chapter of the organization was doing a fundraiser. All was well until I had an unpleasant exchange with some little black twink of a queen he was friends with through one of his "boys" he spars with on occasion. After the incident ended Dick blamed me for not getting along with whom he introduced me to. A week after that night we met over a bite at Subway after he got out of work. i explain to him in detail about what happened and told him others witnessed the exchange. No matter what, he insisted I instigated and that it was conduct unbecoming of an ONYX member. He went on to say that my actions and the way I interact with other members are one of the reasons he gets complaints about me often. Which is utter bullshit because I get along with everyone. He even went so far as to tell me he "didn't really know me" putting the final nail into the coffin of our friendship. Despite the fact that he's practically begged me to be the second top every time he's found some hot little gym rat to shove his dick in. We've plowed a number of white bottoms together and we've even swapped DNA. But this man decided that my word, as a friend meant NOTHING to him. My concerns for the future of ONYX NY/NE meant nothing to him all because some acquaintance of his friend whom he wants to bang into a coma is interested in joining ONYX. When I finally put the pieces together I made it very clear the only way he'll join is over my "dissecated corpse". According to Dick in his words "that could be arranged". After that I stopped texting him. I had finally reached my limit with dealing with such an egotistical, selfish, self-bloviating individual who is such a characiture. Shit, other people cannot believe he exists. After that it was his insistence I should blow off working my new full-time job to attend leather workshops during the weekend of Blackout last year.