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Whipped Cream: Iwaizumi's Bonus Scene

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Warnings: Reader is a little flirty, Iwa-chan busts his lip, Kuroo is conniving, Strong language

Everyone had finished their meals about five minutes prior, now just working on finishing your drinks before the checks were brought out. And in this time, Kuroo had managed to get under your skin, as he was so well adept in. At this point, it was a game to him, to see how quickly he could get you to retaliate. He never went too far, mainly just making statements that he knew you would fight him on.

Laughter bubbles from Kuroo's lips as his eyes scan over you. "In what world? You might have played volleyball in high school, but you haven't lifted anything heavier than a couch cushion, since."

His words held some truth, though not as much as he thought. Though you weren't a health nut and you were out of practice, some of your closest friends were Bokuto, and by extension Hinata. You had been pretty adaptable with positions, in high school. Your brother was the Captain, your ex-boyfriend a middle blocker, and your former best friend a setter. Practicing with each of them, throughout your life had made you pretty talented.

In high school you'd had the opportunity to go to multiple of Japan's sponsored training camps. You'd never gone, but that was only because you had too much going on at home, at the time. You'd also been looked at by multiple universities for scholarships. At the end of the day, though, you chose the same path as your best friend.

You could still spike a volleyball with the best of them, if you did say so yourself. So, with narrowed, challenging eyes, you speak up. "You really think so? I hardly go outside and I'd still win a practice run against you, Tetsu."

Kenma shrugs, briefly looking up from his phone to eye you both, "I believe it. After all, Bokuto does drag them off to help he and Hinata practice a lot."

As his eyes travel back to his phone, you look from him back towards Kuroo. "Exactly, so suck my dick."

Kuroo, though, only seemed to grin. And his grin was one you were all too familiar with: he knew something you didn't.

"Great. So then you'll really be an asset to the volleyball team, being so skilled and all?"

Iwaizumi looks towards you with raised eyebrows, "You played in high school?"

"That's the only part of that conversation you decide to comment on?" Kuroo rolls his eyes, placing his head against his fist, his elbow resting on the table.

Holding up your right hand to Kuroo, you flash him the sweetest smile you can possibly muster, before raising your middle finger to flip him off. Though as you do, his hand shoots out to catch yours, a smirk stretching over his features as he catches your hand before you can withdraw it. "You asshole." You hiss as you try to pull your hand back, mistakenly pushing your body into Iwaizumi. Kuroo, however, just holds his grip on your wrist, until you end up attempting to put all of your weight into jerking your hand back. That's when he finally decided to let go, allowing your body to jerk into Iwaizumi's.

Iwaizumi, who'd been sipping on his hot chocolate, tried to prepare for things, though he wasn't as prepared as he might've wished as the mug hit his lower lip, not only busting it, but also smearing whipped cream along his top lip and nose. With a glare directed towards you, he attempted to reach across you for the napkins, but you beat him to it, "Thanks, Kuroo, my boss hates me now."

You then turn towards Iwaizumi with a hand full of napkins, grabbing his jaw to turn his head towards you so you could help him. But holy shit, how had you not noticed that jawline beforehand? Bringing your hand up, you begin to wipe the whipped cream from his face, while Kuroo flags someone down, between his cackles, to get some ice for them.

"You certainly cause a lot of trouble, don't you?" Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, trying to draw attention away from the fact that his cheeks had a slow-growing blush dusting them. "We split them up to prevent disaster, but you seem to be the source of most of it."

You turn up your nose, "And to think that I thought you were hot -"

"If anything, you find him hotter now. You've always had a thing for douchebags." Kenma flashes you a smirk, before returning his eyes to his phone.

You let out a quiet huff, face warming in embarrassment, "Kenma, I don't wanna hear it from you. You're just jealous because I'm paying more attention to Iwa, here." Sticking your tongue out at him, you pull the napkins away from his face, placing them on your empty plate. "There you go." Bringing your hand to his cheek, you pat it with amusement flitting across your features.

Iwaizumi only rolls his eyes at you, "You remind me a little too much of a friend of mine."

Everyone looks over as a waitress comes over with a few ice cubes in a cup, Iwaizumi thanking her as he takes the cup, before plucking an ice cube from it and wrapping it in a paper towel to place against his slightly-swollen lip.

"Speaking of your friends," the way your tone changes makes both Kenma and Kuroo collectively roll their eyes, knowing exactly what - or rather, who you're going to bring up. Though, you ignore them to continue your conversation with Iwaizumi, "You know Oikawa, right? Like personally?" A frown crosses his face as he raises an eyebrow, prompting you to continue. "I don't want anything. I'm not going to ask for his number, or some shit. I've got Bokuto and Hinata wrapped around my finger, if I'm looking for a volleyball player."

"Y/N, you can't just say things like that." Kuroo brings a hand up to massage his temple.

The Athletic Trainer blinks, "So, what are you asking for?"

Looking back up at him, you tilt your head, "Nothing, I just wanted to see if Kuroo was telling the truth. I can't even lie, though, I use to watch Seijoh's games, to see his service ace. It was fucking killer. Hell, he was the reason I taught myself how to do it. And I do pride myself on my jump-serves. I use to be able to do jump-floats, as well, but that's a little iffy, now, I'm not going to lie.

"Now that I think about it, Seijoh had some cute players. Especially when I was in... My second year of high-school, there was this number four. God, he was fucking amazing. I loved watching him play. Plus those biceps were to -... Kuroo, shut up, your laughter makes it so hard to concentrate." You stop to look at Kuroo, who is doubling over in laughter, while Kenma shakes his head at your misfortune.

"Y/N, do you know what team Iwaizumi used to play for?" Kenma looks at you with a ghost of a smile.

From there, you can piece things together, cringing a bit as you look back at Iwaizumi, "Would you believe me if I said that I meant... Number... Sixteen..?"

Iwaizumi lets an amused smirk grace his lips as he looks at you, "That's cute. Good to know that you actually have some taste. I nearly lost faith with your adoration for Loserkawa." He brings his mug back to his lips, fingers grasping your wrist so he can tug your hand away from where it was holding ice on his lip, proceeding to finish off what was left in his mug, obviously getting ready to leave.

You didn't respond, instead looking at his upper lip, where whipped cream rested. You were so used to the comfort you had between you and your close friends, like Kenma and Kuroo, that you didn't hesitate to just reach out and wipe the excess away, Reaching out, you place your fingers on his cheek to steady your hand, while your thumb swipes across his upper lip, movements fleeting, before you withdraw your hand. It isn't until you're wiping your thumb on the napkins that you realize what you did, face and neck warming in embarrassment. Though, you weren't the only one, as the porcupine-haired man brought a hand up to attempt to hid his flushed cheeks.

"I've got to... Uh- Get the boys some stretches for their day off. See you on Monday," he excuses himself to stand, retrieving his ticket so he'd be able to pay at the front of the restaurant.

"See you on Monday, Iwa," your cooed words make Iwaizumi flush a bit darker, mumbling something under his breath before bidding you all goodbye as he attempts to rush out, in embarrassment.

With a sheepish look directed towards Kuroo and Kenma, the two watch you in amusement. "Whoops," you rub the back of your neck with a sheepish grin crossing your lips.

Iwaizumi was friends with Oikawa for years, so while he did get use to some of the near flirty teasing from his best friend and learn how to counteract it, sometimes his is caught off guard.

You found out about Oikawa and Seijoh's team, after seeing him in a magazine. (And yes, you do see more about this, later.)

You also rooted for them to make it to Nationals so that you could plays against them.

I'm really sorry guys, the past few days have been chaos, but there will be two more parts coming your way to make up for it, tonight and tomorrow. I hope you're all doing well. You all most definitely better be taking care of yourselves. I'm rooting for you and I'm proud of you. Remember to eat and drink some water, and get some rest. You deserve it.

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Calacus Weekly Hit & Miss – Carl Nassib & UEFA

Every Monday we look at the best and worst communicators in the sports world from the previous week.

HIT – CARL NASSIB

“I hope that one day videos like this and the whole coming out process are just not necessary," said Carl Nassib, the Las Vegas Raiders’ defensive end after revealing that he is gay.

In making his admission, during Pride month no less, Nassib becomes the first active National Football League player to come out publicly.

Nassib added: "I'm a pretty private person so I hope that you guys know that I'm really not doing this for attention. I just think that representation and visibility are so important.

"I'm going to do my best to cultivate a culture that's accepting and compassionate."

He followed up with a written message admitting that he had “agonised over this moment for the last 15 years” and it was only after he received so much encouragement from family and friends that he decided to go ahead.

“I am also incredibly thankful for the NFL, my coaches, and fellow players for their support,” Nassib wrote. “I would not have been able to do this without them. From the jump I was greeted with the utmost respect and acceptance.”

Nassib is also donating £100,000 to the Trevor Project, a suicide prevention service for LGBTQ youth in America, a creditable gesture which highlights his understanding of the struggles many young people face.

Amit Paley, CEO & Executive Director of The Trevor Project, gave thanks to Nassib for his generosity and said: “The Trevor Project is grateful to Carl Nassib for living his truth and supporting LGBTQ youth. Coming out is an intensely personal decision, and it can be an incredibly scary and difficult one to make. We hope that Carl’s historic representation in the NFL will inspire young LGBTQ athletes across the country to live their truth and pursue their dreams. 

“At a time when state lawmakers are actively trying to restrict transgender and nonbinary youth’s participation in school sports, this news should serve as a clarion call for greater LGBTQ inclusion in the locker room and on the field.”

Of those who have admitted that they are gay in the past, Michael Sam came out before being drafted into the league in 2014, but never played a regular season NFL game.

Roy Simmons, who played for the Giants and Washington in the 1980s, was one of a number of players to come out after retiring. He told the New York Times in 2003 that he did not feel safe announcing that he was gay while he was in the NFL.

“The NFL has a reputation,” he said at the time, “and it’s not even a verbal thing – it’s just known. You are gladiators; you are male; you kick butt.”

Hall of fame quarterback Warren Moon revealed that gay players had long been a part of the NFL. He tweeted: “As long as they helped us win and were great teammates- their sexual preference was never a issue..

“We live in a different time now where diversity is much more accepted. Cheers Carl, and I hope this lets other athletes know, its OK to say who you are...”

The Raiders tweeted: “Proud of you, Carl” while club owner Mark Davis played down the significance of the announcement and said: “He’s a Raider. If he’s happy, I’m happy. It takes courage. I thought we got to the point where this wasn’t (a story). It doesn’t change my opinion of him as a man or as a Raider.”

The NFL was swift to offer their support for Nassib with Commissioner Roger Goodell saying: “The NFL family is proud of Carl for courageously sharing his truth today. Representation matters.

“We share his hope that someday soon statements like his will no longer be newsworthy as we march toward full equality for the LGBTQ+ community. We wish Carl the best of luck this coming season.”

NFL Players Association executive director DeMaurice Smith added: "Our union supports Carl and his work with the Trevor Project is proof that he -- like our membership -- is about making his community and this world a better place not for themselves, but for others."

Certainly 20 years ago, Nassib’s announcement may have ended his career based on the macho culture within the NFL locker rooms but the fact that his shirt was the top-selling NFL jersey on its network after his announcement according to sports apparel retailer Fanatics.

Nassib is now a poster boy for a new era in American Football and it is to his credit that he is embracing the challenge.

"I do not know all the history behind our courageous LGBTQ community," he added, "but I am eager to learn and to help continue the fight for equality and acceptance."

MISS – UEFA

The football community has been largely united in support for the LGBTQ+ community recently, from European players donning rainbow laces and calling out blatant acts of homophobia.

However, UEFA have been criticised for not explicitly challenging or condemning homophobia during Pride month.

German captain Manuel Neuer’s decision to wear a rainbow-coloured armband was initially banned by UEFA before they quickly changed their position.

UEFA then last week rejected a request to illuminate the Allianz Arena in Munich with rainbow colours during the EURO 2020 Group F match between Germany and Hungary.

There was suspicion that the proposal was a response to new Hungarian legislation, which has banned the promotion of homosexuality to those under the age of 18.

In a statement posted on social media, UEFA defended their decision by saying: “UEFA is proud to wear the colours of the rainbow. It is a symbol that embodies our core values, promoting everything that we believe in.

“Some people have interpreted UEFA’s decision to turn down the city of Munich’s request to illuminate the Munich stadium in rainbow colours for a Euro 2020 match as ‘political’. On the contrary, the request itself was political, linked to the Hungarian football team’s presence in the stadium for this evening’s match with Germany.”

The major of Munich, Dieter Reiter, was one of many who saw this as a missed opportunity from UEFA and he had hoped that the illuminations during the match would “send a visible sign of solidarity” with Hungary’s LGBTQ+ community.

The Germany and Hungary game finished 2-2 and summed up the mood from the footballing community perfectly towards homophobia and UEFA’s decision.

A pitch invader took to the field with a rainbow flag as the Hungarian National anthem blared out around the stadium, while Leon Goretza celebrated his late equaliser for Germany by running over to away fans and making a heart gesture with his hands, conveying the simple message that homophobia will not be tolerated.

Undoubtedly, UEFA have not a strong and clear position regarding homophobia throughout the EURO 2020 tournament.

Earlier, during Hungary’s opening Group F game against Portugal in Budapest, a set of Hungarian fans were seen holding a sign that read “Anti-LMBTQ”.

UEFA had an opportunity to react instantly to confirm the LGBTQ+ community as equals in society and in football but its delays had the result of many feeling unwelcome.

It took five days for UEFA to release a short statement on their website on the incident and no action has since been taken against Hungary.

The delay meant the message was not instantly dismissed, which suggests UEFA do not take the issue seriously enough.

Joe White, a spokesperson for the LGBTQ+ fans group 3LionsPride, has criticised UEFA’s messaging. In a statement, he said: “UEFA will tout themselves as supporters of equality and rainbow-wash their brand when it suits them, but rarely proactively engage or make improvements for LGBTQ+ people involved in the game.

“LGBTQ+ people across the game are not able to enjoy football when they have to face hatred in stadia and online.

“It’s clear that UEFA once again has its head firmly buried in the sand and is no ally of the LGBTQ+ community. Until UEFA start taking serious action against discrimination, the beautiful game is once again allowing its ugly side to rear its head.”

The rainbow symbol in football stadia reassures to LGBTQ+ individuals watching EURO 2020 that they are welcome in football. It demonstrates that attitudes towards homosexuality are improving within the sport.

Without the rainbow, particularly during Pride Month, those messages are lost.

Germany has led a continental call for greater LGBTQ+ unity throughout football. In the days following the UEFA Allianz Arena rejection, officials across Germany ignored the guidance, as stadia in Frankfurt, Augsburg and Nuremberg, as well as in Belgium, joined Munich by lighting up in rainbow colours.

Elsewhere, UEFA sponsor Booking.com, will use a rainbow outline in all of their pitch-side adverts for Round of 16 matches, including Holland’s game against the Czech Republic in Budapest.

Ahead of the tie in the Hungarian capital, Dutch Prime Minister Mark Rutte said that Hungary has “no place in the EU,” unless they retract their homophobic laws.

UEFA have demonstrated that the rainbow symbol will not be universally accepted in football, which is hardly consistent with their own claims to be pro-LGBTQ+.

The inconsistency shown by European football’s governing body during Euro 2020 underlines the fact that they have a long way to go to regain the confidence of the LGBTQ+ community.

Perhaps it is time for UEFA to go back to the drawing board and come up with a consistent policy which allows freedom of expression in the promotion of sexual equality.

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Sexy Headcanon A-Z Game

Yeeee, thanks for playing, y’all, these were super fun.

To recap:

Stan: A: Aftercare: absolutely all about the cuddling. He’s such a secret softy, he lives for spooning up with his partner (big spoon, naturally), pressing gentle little kisses on the back of their neck as they both fall asleep.

B: Body Part: His jaw. A girl once told him he had the perfect jaw; strong enough to sit on all night, and it was a compliment he took deep to heart and still thinks of with pride. When it comes to his partners, he loves a nice pair of legs. He likes them to be strong, so when he’s got them wrapped around his waist or on either side of his head, he can tell just how good of a job he’s doing by how hard they squeeze him.

C: Cum: He loves to pull out, just as he’s about to come, and cover his partner in his spunk. Their belly, their back, their face. It’s so sexy, like marking his territory with some secret flag.

D: Dirty Secret: He once stuck his dick in a glory hole in a seedy club in Vegas. It was the best head he ever got, and even though he never saw their face, the experience was jerk off fodder for years after.

E: Experience: Experienced enough to be comfortable and confident. Like most, he thinks back on his first few times as a teenager with a degree of cringe, but has most definitely learned and improved since then.

F: Favorite position: doggy style. There’s just something sexy and primal about it; he likes the way his partner’s back arches, the way their ass impacts against his hips. He liked that he can reach around them to play with their nipples or between their legs, or take a fistful of their hair into his hand.

G: Goofy: He’s a funny guy, what can he say? One can’t just turn off that kind of charm because things have moved into the bedroom. Once or twice he’s overstepped, made his partner angry at him, so he’s learned when to be serious and when he can be a bit more playful.

H: Hair: There’s no use. His hair is completely unruly and grows like a weed, so shaving or trimming doesn’t do much, and frankly he doesn’t understand the idea of removing all his body hair anyway. Why would you want to look prepubescent?

I: Intimacy: even when it’s a new partner he just met, he’s going to make sure they know how happy he is to be there. Sex is great, sex is fun, and if he’s lucky enough to go to bed with someone (even if it’s just once) he’s not going to hold back on making sure they know it.

J: Jack-off: Stan loves to jack off in the shower. It’s efficient, it’s relaxing, and it makes him feel ready for whatever he’s doing after that; whether it’s being Mr Mystery or winding down for bed in the evening. Sometimes he just kind of let’s his mind wander, and sometimes he thinks about past hookups, or occasionally a hot tourist that came through the Shack that he wished he could have had a fling with.

K: Kink: Bondage. He’s been powerless too many damn times in his life, so having control over somebody else, being able to completely control their movement, their position, if they can touch him or not, makes him feel powerful and strong.

L: Location: Unlike Ford, Stan finds it thrilling to fuck in public places. Not town square public, mind you, but in the museum of the Shack? The seats of the Stan Mobile? Hell, out on Lake Gravity Falls in his little Stan O’War boat? There’s something thrilling about it that energizes him like nothing else.

M: Motivation:Stan is all about the visuals. He absolutely loves a good striptease, sexy clothes, sexy underwear. He loves when his partner plays those “what? I’m just bending over to pick up this pen” kind of games, and will play right along until he’s too wound up to keep himself from pulling them into the first private room available to fuck them silly.

N: No: The only time he wants to make someone bleed is if he’s in a real fight; otherwise the idea of drawing blood from a partner freaks him all kinds of out. That’s why he’s totally on board with a bit of rough play like spanking, but would never use tools that could break skin. He doesn’t want to do that kind of damage.

O: Oral: Looooooves it. Loves giving it, loves receiving it. Loves the taste of his partners, loves the taste of himself in their mouths. He’s the kind of guy that takes shortcuts in almost everything else in life, but when it comes to this, he takes the long route. Building his partner up slowly, luxuriating in the sounds they make, the way they clutch his hair and shoulders. He’ll do it as long as they let him.

P: Pace: He likes to pretend to like it fast and dirty (and sometimes that’s true), but he’s such a secret softy, so happy when he gets the opportunity to take it slow and gentle. He loves to take his time, really enjoy everything, drink in as much of the experience as he can for as long as he can.

Q: Quickie: He’s always loved the thrill of a quick fling, especially when it’s someplace they shouldn’t be fucking. It’s like the thrill of pulling off a crime, except he gets an orgasm out of it. It’s especially enjoyable when it’s a partner he has an ongoing relationship with, as he learns what gets them off quickly and satisfyingly.

R: Risk: Stan’s a bit more reserved about trying new things in the bedroom. He knows what he’s good at, so throwing him something new makes him nervous; he’s afraid of being bad at it and driving his partner away as a result. He’ll come around to most things, given enough time, reassurance, and the opportunity to learn about it, but not always.

S: Stamina: He can’t go for hours, but boy does he make the time he can go count, making sure that his partner is comfortable and happy. It’s part of why he loves foreplay so much; he just loves proving that you don’t have to last for ages and ages to make your partner feel good.

T: Toy: he’s a simple guy with simple tastes; he’s not gonna knock toys, but he’s not real interested in them. He’ll use them on his partners if they want them, but he’d much rather use his fingers or his mouth to get them off.

U: Unfair: He’s the worst. He loves to tease, loves to wind his partner up then leave them wanting; that little bit of a sadistic streak in him coming through. He’s a good sport about the teasing being given back to him, though, loving it when his partners brush against him then fake innocence, or play games where he can look but he can’t touch. The waiting and teasing makes the eventual victory all the more sweet and intense, which is exactly the kind of thrill he’s down for.

V: Volume: Noisy. Not outrageously so, but there is an abundance of groaning and grunting when he’s really deep into it. He curses and moans when he comes, too, which has more than once earned him a hand clamped over his mouth to quiet him.

W: Wild Card: there was a girl he met on the road who was all kinds of wild. He was so enamored that he let her convince him to try on her panties; they were lacy and sky blue, and he was genuinely shocked at how much of a turn on it was to see himself in them in her bedroom mirror. It was something he tried to push to the back of his mind since then, but sometimes he remembers and is almost tempted to buy a pair–you know, for nostalgia’s sake. Almost tempted.

X: X-ray: Just like Ford, Stan is thick. He’s an average length but his girth is what leaves his partners melting around him.

Y: Yearning: Not as high as you might think. It’s higher when he has a partner he’s really keen on, but going without sex for long periods isn’t the worst torture imaginable for him.

Z: Zzz: Oh right away! Don’t look to him for long pillow talks, he’s half asleep by the time he pulls off the condom.

Ford: A: Aftercare: he’s very considerate after sex. He’ll go get a washcloth, tidy his partner up, make sure they’re comfortable. He’s not into cuddling all night, preferring a bit of personal space to sleep, but he doesn’t mind a hand on his arm or his shoulder; just a little bit of contact to remind him he’s not alone.

B: Body Part: His shoulders. When he and Stan hit puberty, it felt like Stan left him in the dust for a little bit, but once he really reached adulthood, he finally felt powerful in his own skin. Part of that was how broad his shoulders became, and he made sure the rest of his body was just as strong. When it comes to his partners, he tends to favor nice necks; it’s such an erogenous zone for most people, and something he can inconspicuously touch and kiss, even when in the company of others.

C: Cum: He’s ashamed of how much the idea of coming inside his partner makes him so freaking hot. Partly because it’s an act of trust, and that’s an important factor in his sex life anyway, and partly because in a brain like his, so focused on science–on math and facts and logic-ing his way through any situation–the desire for sex and idea of breeding taps into some primal part of his brain that makes everything else shut off.

D: Dirty Secret: He likes being called a slut in bed. It’s so not what he is, he can count on one hand the number of partners he’s had in his life, but the implication that he’s doing something dirty and naughty by having sex gets him hot.

E: Experience: He was a “late bloomer.” He didn’t have his first sexual experience until well into adulthood, and technically not in this dimension. He eventually learned its value to his life and mental wellbeing, becoming far more open and exploring of it as he traveled.

F: Favorite position: Ford loves having his partner on top. It frees up his hands to touch and stimulate, and allows him to watch their reactions to everything he does.

G: Goofy: He’s never really been one for jokes, that was always Stan’s department. That’s not to say he’s super serious in bed all the time, he knows how to have a bit of levity and fun, but he’s not interested in it becoming a laugh fest by being silly.

H: Hair: Ford doesn’t bother shaving or trimming his body hair, he’s got more important things to worry about. And honestly he hasn’t had any complaints, so he’s not about to start fussing with it now.

I: Intimacy: he’s not about flings or one-night stands, so if he’s with someone, it’s going to be intimate. It’s going to be about the connection between them, the mutual attraction and affection. He’s going be deeply invested in their pleasure, their comfort, and knowing exactly what he feels for them.

J: Jack-Off: He honestly can’t remember the last time he jerked off in bed; he does it when he gets restless, or hits a roadblock with one of his experiments, so that usually mean masturbating down in the lab. (Thank god he had the forethought to have an incinerator down there, or the used tissues would really make things awkward when Dipper came down.) It helps him clear his head and get focused, so he doesn’t tend to think about anything specific, just letting his mind go blank until he comes.

K: Kink: Voyeurism. Started the first time he accidentally caught a couple hooking up under the boardwalk, and realized how much harder it got him than porn ever did. Something about actually seeing it in person just gets him.

L: Location: In a bed is his favorite for sure. A bed was never guaranteed when he was drifting between dimensions, so having one available to him, especially for something so pleasurable as sex, is something he deeply values.

M: Motivation: Ford’s sex drive is deeply influenced by his state of mind, so simply feeling him up won’t get him turned on. Dirty talk is a useful tool in this regard; tell him what you want him to do to you, what you want to do to him, how good it will all feel, how good he is at it–that all goes a long way to get his undivided attention and his very intense arousal.

N: No: Public sex. It takes time for him to trust someone enough to be intimate with them, so the chance that someone else might catch him in such an intimate state (an inherent gamble when in a public place) makes him far too nervous.

O: Oral: When given to him, he likes it as foreplay, but not to finish. And where Stan loves to just go and go for as long as his partner will let him, Ford is less interested in doing that; preferring to get his partner off quickly and efficiently with his mouth before moving on to the next thing he wants to do.

P: Pace: When he’s focusing on the other person, he wants to do what they need to get there, but when it’s his turn, hard and quick is key.

Q: Quickie: He’s mastered quickies. He doesn’t perfect his skills at getting his partner off for nothing; being able to do it in record time but still leave them satisfied is a point of personal pride for him. He likes the challenge, he likes the sense of thrill from trying to “beat the clock” so to speak, especially when the quickie takes place down in the lab while he’s running an experiment.

R: Risk: He’s lived a life of danger, experimenting in the bedroom doesn’t scare him. As long as there’s no high risk of imminent death or permanent damage, he’ll try anything once.

S: Stamina: He is very proud of his level of fitness, and that absolutely translates to the bedroom. He can go as long as you need him to, his athleticism a boon for maintaining pace and intensity that satisfies his partner. He needs a little time to recover after he’s climaxed to be able to engage in a second round, but he’s more than happy to provide other stimulation until then.

T: Toy: he’s encountered some stuff in the multi-verse that would blow earth’s collective minds. Stuff that taps directly into your nervous system to give you the maximum pleasure a body’s capable of, just as one example. Sadly he was unable to bring any of it back with him; priorities, after all, he had a monstrous triangle to defeat. He does like toys in general, though; he’s into gadgets, what can he say? His favorite for himself is a vibrating butt plug; he is unashamed of the fact that prostate stimulation makes orgasms more intense, and a good butt plug delivers that in spades. When it comes to partners, his favorite will always be whatever toy they have that gets them off the hardest.

U: Unfair: Shockingly impatient. He doesn’t really do the “teasing” thing well, getting hungry and demanding fairly rapidly. He doesn’t respond well to it either, “playing hard to get” just not coming across for him, and instead leaving him thinking that he has done something wrong that warrants his lover’s dismissal.

V: Volume: Quiet, just the occasional gasp and soft moan or grunt of effort. He’d rather hear his partner’s sounds of pleasure.

W: Wild card: His love of roleplay doesn’t end with Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons. Actually, bring the campaign into the bedroom and it would make his year.

X: X-ray: Ford is thick. It wasn’t something he really thought much about until he had a partner compliment him on it; which brought to his attention the apparent opinion among many that when it comes to dicks, length is not as good as width.

Y: Yearning: Fairly high. He masturbates nearly every day, even when he has a regular partner. Having sex with a partner is better though, taking his focus out of his own head and into someone else, which helps him destress and clear his mind, frequently leading him to breakthroughs in his research and inventing.

Z: Zzz: Definitely takes him a while. He doesn’t sleep much anyway, and while sex can sometimes help, it’s not a cure-all. He takes the time afterwards to talk to his partner, maybe engage in some light cuddling, or maybe just observing them as they drift off. Sometimes he’ll get up after they’ve gone to sleep, throwing on comfy clothes and heading downstairs to make himself some tea or coffee, maybe check on an ongoing experiment, or do some reading or journaling.

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[written & submitted by @theotherjax, who Rocks]

Okay so I wrote this for the handler and monster medical exam thing and it’s a Werewolf: the Apocalypse fic and it is super super weird I’m so sorry but maybe it would please. Uh. Joy is a wolf-born werewolf who is normally a total sweetheart I mean look at his name. Dawnstar is his pack alpha. WtA werewolves are strange but I think in this fic they mostly manage as generic werewolves. So. I. Hope this is nice!

[Warnings: somewhat detailed description of respiratory issues, medical exam (bronchoscopy); mention of animal death]

“No,” Joy-of-the-Ice said again, and this time he was snarling.

The doctor looked to Dawnstar helplessly. He was looking oddly small in his white coat, normally such a symbol of authority, though that may have just been the natural effect of standing next to Joy in his two feet ten, golden-eyed Glabro form. He was clearly fighting not to twist the bronchoscopy tube nervously in his hands. Joy was shifting his glare, flick and flick, between the poor man’s face and the device, lips twisted, gums and elongated canines showing, in turn clearly fighting not to swell up into the war-form with all that that implied.

“I’m sorry, this has to be done,” the doctor repeated with the same glum anxiety, though this time he addressed only Dawnstar, leaving her hypertense packmate out of the doomed discussion. “He had the most exposure to the toxins, and just from a cursory inspection I can tell his respiratory system isn’t recovering as it should - I mean - as I think it should.” He glanced back despite himself. “There isn’t a lot of precedence, but - look.”

“Oh, I can tell,” Dawnstar said mildly. They’d all spent the week after return from the raid red-eyed and coughing, clearing out seared mucus membranes, but only Joy hadn’t quite stopped. The fearsome golden eyes were watery, and he gave a great wet sniff and pawed at his nose even as he glared at her. It was not the kind of glare a pack leader would normally take from an underling.

“No tubes,” he growled. “No medicine!” 

“It’s not your pain threshold that’s an issue, it’s the gag reflex - “ the doctor began, but Joy only shook his head in wild denial. His face was twitching to elongate into a muzzle.

Dawnstar stepped forward, quick before the transformation could go further. She fixed the doctor with a gaze - the penetrating look of a Garou about to issue an order to Kin. She didn’t like using it, but they were under pressure. The man wilted a little more.

“Let me do it,” she told him.

He swallowed. both under her look, and with awareness of Joy’s wary freezing at his side. “You’re - uh - qualified?”

“Not to read the results, but I can do the technical part.” She’d been catching up on her training under this man’s predecessor - a much older woman, Kin to a better respected tribe, for whom wrangling young werewolves has become habit. Dawnstar could only hope she’d picked up some of her steely bedside manner along with her medical skills. “The camera is wireless, isn’t it? You can use a monitor in another room.”

The doctor considered arguing - a professional; good, after all - but the fact that Joy turned the murderous glare from him to the pack alpha seemed to decide him. He thrust the anaesthetic spray and the tube into Dawnstar’s waiting hands. “If you can get him to cooperate. Do it on his crinos form if he’d left you - it’s fine - you get more room inside. I’ll call you,” he jerked his chin at the phone on the desk among the instruments, “if I need you to do anything.”

Quick, and he was out. Good. A professional of handling her kind as well, she thought. In a human clinic this scene would be criminal, but here, they made their own rules, and one of the first rules was Garou heal from mistakes, Kinfolk don’t.

And now, Joy.

Already standing at ready as she turned to him, lumbering now in full crinos - all two meters eighty of him, placed in a threateningly coiled hunch, abundant gray fur standing on end so that he had the bulk of a small car. The red streak in his cresting mane stood out like a flag. His upper lip was constantly moving in half a curl back, fangs showing ivory, tremors along his maw. His ears were flattened down. Anger reeked from him, and an agony of hot anxiousness.

“No. Medicine,” he thundered.

Dawnstar made the judgement call of putting the instruments aside, for a moment. She kept herself back, outside his space. His breathing was a little laboured, she noted. “Do you want to try to do it without?”

“RrrnoRRRR.” Human speech was fading away in his rumbling, but the violence of the sound was too much on his lungs, as she expected. He gave a wheezing inhale, and started coughing, deep wet noises from the pit of his massive chest. He seemed to curl back a little with every one, drawing further away from her level alpha’s gaze.

She didn’t press him. There was no point, nor to calling him out on the clear necessity of the examination. Joy didn’t think in these terms. No amount of changing and running in Garou packs would make him anything other than a wild wolf from Gaia’s wild frontier. They were not going to settle this through debate.

Instead she inched into the space he was retreating from, a slow flowing of presence; first just the sense of her, projected through a minute shift in her body. Shoulders a little squared, hips a little titled, preparing to move in. He was hacking and swallowing hard, but one golden eye stayed on her, his great head tilting to let her know as much. She leaned a little into the movement she projected ahead of actually moving into it. No swift violent response. All right.

“Joy,” she said quietly. There was little point talking to him in this state, but his name was his name, even from human lips.

The coughs were starting to subside as she moved, though his sides still heaved in deep discomfort. She moved with one hand forward - in her homid and his crinos, his arm was three times as thick as hers, not to mention him having two to her one - and carefully felt for a shuddering flank. He moved subtly, as much as he could in the narrow space of the clinic, so that her touch landed on the vast bone of his shoulder blade, well above his straining ribcage. He was half-turned from her this way. Coiled. Sprung. She could feel the twitching of his raised hackles.

“Poor Joy,” she said, low voice, a murmur like running water. “Hurts?”

Despite himself - she could tell as much - he let out a faint plaintive whine.

She sank her fingers into the thick scruff, a gentle gesture, but not without intent - in this position, if she grew into her own crinos form, she could grab him like a mother wolf grabbing a pup by its neck. She was not as strong as Joy - a healthy Joy - but he had shown her throat, and it counted. She could feel his muscles move in a flickering tension between instincts, between stiffening as his fear told him to do under any touch, and smoothing out under her touch in particular.

“Down,” she told him softly, accompanied by a faint pressure of her hand.

With a minute shiver, Joy complied, descending to a lower hunch that placed his bent head just under hers. If he looked up they would be on eye level, which was what she wanted. She didn’t try to hold his eyes, though. This was no challenge. No force here beyond the undercurrent that ran through all Garou interactions. And less than that, too, because he was her packmate, her brother.

“No medicine,” she told him, as her hand roved down from the back of his neck and rubbed into his mane. She caressed his throat in a gentle motion almost like pleasuring a cat, careful as she felt the crackling in his breathing. Joy was tight with miserable tension, but his eyes half-lidded at that, and he craned his head into the touch slightly. “I try without. No sleep medicine.”

The pulse of tremor down his back - anger, fear - and a flash of fangs as long as her hand told her she’d guessed right. Probably the doctor should have been informed that Joy’s wolf sire had been sedated to death. Or told to explain the local anaesthetic in a way that would not associate it with that use. Too late now. She massaged his throat a little more strongly through the fur, and he responded with a rough uneasy swallow. “What if you cough up the tube?”

“Won’t,” he rasped.

“What if you do?”

“Won’t.”

“Good.” Now she had his pride in hand. If he did gag, he would admit his fault, not try to insist on hers. In a way Joy was easy to direct and control, once one had his trust.

It made his trust a crystal vessel, beautiful, precious, so easy to crack, so important to treasure.

Dawnstar still moved very slowly as she retrieved the tube with its little optical cable and camera. Tiny - anything that could fit through a human’s throat would plenty of room to maneuver inside a crinos. Now came the awkward part. She nudged at his chin to get his massive head up for access to his snout and nose and brought up the tube, conscious all the while that his muscles were locked, that he had almost to unfreeze them one by one to respond to her ministrations. She didn’t like it, but could she calm him entirely - could she calm him at all? The examination came first, but…

He snorted at the tube, a mighty gust of air that dislodged it entirely. She had to catch the flapping end. She looked at him sidelong, wondering if he couldn’t help it - she remembered how angrily sensitive her own system had been on the days after the raid - or if he could be stalling. Then inspiration struck. Joy loved to be clever. She clamped a hand around his snout - the upper part of it, anyway, since in crinos form she could not possibly get her fingers around it.

“No tricks,” she hummed in the low voice she used when he was playing his tricks, revelling in how easy humans could be to rile, and how quick to forgive a majestic and clever young animal such as himself.

Joy began to rumble in renewed fury, but not for long. After only a moment he caught the gist of the game, or perhaps the opportunity. He went still, but when she went for his nose again, he sneezed. From a crinos it was a hurricane writ small. It flung the tube across the room and blew her hair out of its ponytail.

Dawnstar snarled as she wiped her face. “Gaia’s love, cub!” she snapped, secretly pleased to see the shine of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Said don’t cough up,” he let her know. “Didn’t.”

She sighed in all put-upon effect. “Don’t do this, either!”

His face worked, and he wrinkled his snout. “Itches.” Then, sobering, steel shooting through his joints once more: “no sleep medicine.”

“No sleep medicine,” Dawnstar answered at once. “I promised.”

She was rewarded with a loosening, slow at first - his neck, his shoulders, his jaws - then swift, running through his massive body and down the layered coils of muscle in his forelegs and haunches. He sat a little lower again as they eased, paws opening, hackles laying to rest. As she came closer again, she heard it in his breathing as well. It still rattled faintly, but she could no longer feel a straining wheeze as she lay her hand on his ribs. 

“Hurts?” she queried him again as she began, for the third time, to slide the tube in on its way. Joy opened his mouth in response, and for the first time, let his tongue loll out in his most habitual expression of ease.

It went smoothly after that - smoothly for her, and quietly for Joy, whose discomfort showed only in the occasional unhappy shiver of his muzzle or throat. She had to caution herself not to hold her breath as the tube went deeper in, but they managed it - she with a careful hand and he with a tightening of the jaw that ground his massive teeth. But he didn’t gag, just as he asserted he won’t. She rubbed along the lines of his heaving ribs, curled fingers gently under his chin and scratched there, offering her pride of him along with her comfort.

A few moments later the phone rang, and Dawnstar stretched to pick it up one handed. The doctor spent two minutes delivering his diagnosis, and five more thanking her profusely for her help. It was a little hard to shake him off, and she had to resort to a stern tone when she realised the sound of his voice through the phone was making Joy’s ears flick back with renewed anxious irritation.

They were still moving, swish-swash, when she put the receiver down. “Good news and bad news. But you ant this out first, right?”

His huge tongue hung with plaintive panting, but pulling the tube out was thankfully easier than sliding it in. Out was where his body wanted the thing after all. As soon as the last of it was out his head swung back with a snarling gasp, but Dawnstar was ready this time, and ducked under the incoming sneeze. Small favours, well learned.

His eyes stayed half-lidded, though, nostrils flared and muzzle squirming, and it wasn’t a very big room and did contain some breakable equipment, so there was really no choice for her but to step up and put her hand on his nose, damp and cold and large enough to fill her palm. Joy started at that contact, claws skittering on the floor, then relaxed as she rubbed soothing circular motions. She rather tried not to think of how he could probably sneeze her across the room as easily as he did with the tube.

“The good news is that you are healing normally. Just slower, probably because of how the poison affects your body in wolf form.” This seemed simple enough for him to understand. “The bad news it that this means you must stay in other forms for a few days. Human form.” The war-form would heal faster, but the only thing harder to hide than a crinos was a coughing, sneezing, irritable crinos.

But Joy growled his clear dissatisfaction at the order - and order it was, Dawnstar thought, it would never work otherwise. “Human?” he ground out, even hoarser than before the exam. “Days?

“I’m sorry, Joy.” He snapped his head away from her touch and she saw him wrestle with his frustration. “Joy.” He pawed at his nose, physical and mental irritation mounting, and she reached out again and snaked her hand under the paw. “Pack-brother, you trust me?”

His paw over her hand was four times its size. Claws as long as her fingers. She felt his hot breath on his palm, a snuffle and a tense exhale. Very close. Very close. He shifted his head, and placed its full great weight on her shoulder, leaning in.

“Dawnstar-rhya,” he sighed, giving her the honorific - not in surrender, but in an inarticulate plea. I trust you. Alpha. Leader. Tell me what to do. 

She gave his nose another rub, and his ears a scratch with her free hand, and when he finally sank down to homid form, twined her fingers with his. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

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Raise Your Flag

Chapter 2

Sitting in his chair Alex takes out his phone. He texts his friend to see where they're at but he gets no response from anyone. Scowling he puts his phone away and grabs his textbook. His first period is language art, then math, history, science, and art. He personally couldn't wait for art, he's always been in touch with his hands and was always drawing on his bedroom walls. He remembers when he was five and found his mom's lipstick. He was drawing a bird when he heard his mother curse at him and then smack him on the back of the head. She made him clean it up with a bar of soap and a sponge until he passed out of exhaustion onto the floor. His mother left him there too busy wallowing in self-pity and whiskey. Frowning and scrunching up his eyebrows he lightly shakes his head as if to forget the memories that plague his broken mind. Looking at the smart board he is reminded of the osts that will begin in a few days. He knows enough that he'll pass with flying colors but that still won't be enough. He'll still be called stupid and worthless by his mom and compared to his dad. It may not be fair but thats how life works, life isn't well faring for great minds like Alex. The reached sea of stupidity sadly sinks any opportunity to shine with the greatest potential. Alex remembers last year that a bunch of girls went I to the destroy. and started to fight. Why the hell they did he has no idea but most of them got detentions so he didn't really care to complain. Even then they should have been expelled as dangerous and disobedient delinquents. But who's he to decide that, he's just a low life from the east side.

Getting his homework out he waits for the teacher to walk through the front door. Instead of the teachers, it's the popular kids. Oh shit, he thought, hope and pray to whatever god we have that they don't care to bother me. There must be a god above because the group of perfumed girls and boys didn't take notice to him. Letting out a sigh of relief he reviews his homework one last time. Nothing sticks out to him as wrong or unsure of, just completed. Satisfied with his work he sits back in the dingy school chair and thinks. His friend should be here by now considering that Jack would never let them skip. Alex has a class with them for almost every period except art since Nathan, Jewels, and Jack have gym and Katherin has a choir. No way in hell Alex would be able to survive any of those classes, he can barely walk to school without getting winded. So he sticks to subjects that require no or minimal exercise at all coast. Last year he passed out during gym because he couldn't breathe, scared the hell out of the gym teacher. It would have been funny if Alex wasn't

Being dragged to the paramedics outside the school building. Groaning and trying to hide his blushing face he false to see a group of people walking into his classroom.

"Hey look boys, its the fag from down the street, and he's all by his lonesome." The leader of the group sneers and pits his elbows on Alex's desk. Feeling that there was something going on some other teens stop what they're doing. Alex clears his through and responds, "I ain't-a fag boy, I'm bisexual you ignorant punk." Alex spits back. There was one female and two males. The female was a Hispanic girl, Avery, with black straight hair and brown eyes and averaged size. The two males were taller than the female by a few feet. The leader, Timothy, was a white male with dark hair and green eyes, his peach skin didn't have a mark on it, no blemishes or scars. The other male, Max, was a dirty blond boy with combed back brown hair. His eyes were a steel blue that scared Alex shitless. You'd think the leader would scare him but the leader wasn't obviously that smart. Max, on the other hand, was known for being the top student(mostly because his dad paid for him). And while muscles hight help once in the strength is where the brain is.

"Hah, says the one that hangs out with those fags." Timothy sneers, hoping to get under Alex"s skin. Not wanting to admit defeat Alex fires back. "Says the one who's more obsessed with his dick than anything, maybe that makes you gay for yourself." He didn't really think it was an insult but the boy didn't take it to well. He slams his hand on Alex's desk and gets in his face. "You better take that back fagget, or else," Alex smirks, he knows this isn't the best school but he knows that they have some standards that could get this punk expelled. That's unless his daddy pays the board off again. "The hell are you smirking for queer." The leader snaps, confused as to why Alex finds the situation amusing. "Looks like the fag has a death wish." This time it's Avery who speaks up. Alex is actually stunned that she would actually bother with him. He's seen her talk and curse right in front of the prince (granted everyone has sworn in front of him) not giving a shit, so why would she now? Blinking Alex sighs, he just wanted to have a quiet morning where he got all A's or B's and hang out with the gang. But that doesn't seem to be happening today. Timothy grabs Alex by the collar and goes to swing at him but the teacher walks in just in time. "Timothy Daten, a bit your behind down!" The language art teacher yells at Timothy and he immediately let's go with a push. He smirks at Alex and walks away with the other to.

Rolling his eyes Alex turns to the front of the classroom. This wasn't the first time a teacher had to step in and protect Alex from people like Timothy. People with closed minds close the world for other people. The teacher stands at the front of the class and relays what the lesson will be about. Alex would be paying attention but he's to focused on the poster board in the hallway and who might see his name. The last thing he needs is everyone else and their mom to know that he's part of the LGBTQ. Word spreads quickly around the school, especially in the halls. Nothing can get passed the gossip of a high schooler. Alex was just about to pay attention to the lesson when announcements came on. "Attention students, there is an early morning announcement concerning the new event presented by the student council." Alex quickly perks up and looks at the speaker, he doesn't really know why maybe it's just to be polite? "As you may know, if you pay attention that is, there is a poster in the main hall, now this poster is a one time chance for the school to celebrate one thing, this can range to appropriate items to holidays." The speaker pauses, they're likely reading from a flash card or something. "The winner will be announced at the end of the day considering there is still a whole day of school and you all need to focus." Some of the student groan. Guess Alex isn't the only one hanging on the edge of his seat.

"That will be all for morning announcements have a good day." As the announcements end the morning bell rings. Students rush to get into their classrooms and pretty soon the halls are a barren wasteland with paper and pencils littering the floor. As the lesson goes on Alex can't wait for the end of the day, not only to leave but to find out if he'll have the pleasure of a pride day. As he daydreams about what it would be like as a pride day the ending class bell rings. Students rush out of their seats to the classroom door. Following their lead, Alex rushes to his next period which is math then health, study hall, lunch, American History, Art, science then another unnecessary period just to torture students. Walking into his next period he starts to become dazed. What if he doesn't get the event, what if they make fun of him for trying to celebrate such a taboo thing. Frowning and looking down at his desk he realizes what an idiot he was to think something good would happen to him. He starts to shake with uncertainty, his heart starts to beat even faster and starts to sweat. Shooting up from his seat he runs out of the classroom, down the hall and to the men's restroom. He slams the door of a stall and sits on the toilet, covering his face with his hands. Breath, just breath. He tells himself repeatedly trying to calm himself down. This is the second panic attack this month, sadly that's a record.

Tears start to stream down his face. He tries to wipe them away but there are so many tears. Instead, he just lets them roll down his face and onto the bathroom floor. When he's done crying his face is wet and his eyes are iffy. He can't go back to class looking like this so he waits the whole period in the bathroom. He swears this reminds him of a theatre song but he can't remember which one.  He listens to so many songs that he mixes them up a lot. He starts to hum a lullaby to help calm himself more. It's the same lullaby that he would sing for himself when he was a toddler. He doesn't remember where he heard it from but it's soothing to him an that's all that matters to him. Alex sighs and stands up, brushes the dust of his clothes and opens the stall door. He walks to the mirror and looks at himself. His eyes are swollen and red from how much he was crying. Rubbing his eyes he grabs some paper towels and wettens them. He scrubs his face and stares at his hands. They are still shaking from his previous panic attack. He rubs his hands and shakes his head. They've always been shaky but now he wouldn't be able to hold a pencil. There isn't any point im him staying at school if he's like this. He throws the paper towns away and leaves the restroom. Walking down the has he reaches his locker. He'd just about to get his backpack and coat when the announcements come on. "Attention students, sorry for the afternoon interruption but we have an announcement. Because of popular demand, we will be announcing the winner for the special event." Alex quickly looks up at the speaker in the ceiling and crosses his fingers. "The winner for the special event is..." Alex holds his breath. "....Alex Hecht, for pride day!" He can't believe it. He finally won something. Something good actually happened to him Letting out his breath he slides down his locker. A smile grows on his face and he tries to hide it, but it's too big of a grin to hide. He stands up and jumps for the ceiling, fist pumps the air. He starts to twirl around and just has a good time. When he's done self celebrating he grabs his stuff with pride and locks his locker. Walking down the hallway with pride he walks to the nurse's office, tells her what happend and is excused from school for the day. He doesn't have anyone to pick him up so he's forced to walk home but he isn't fazed. He still has a dopey grin on his face and arrives home. He isn't fazed when his mom yells at him for being home. He jumps to his room and texts his friends. This is the best day and the most life-changing one he'll ever have.

[demitgibbs]

Gay Sports Leagues in South Florida

Being the annual Sports Edition, I thought I would put together a list of the Gay Sports Leagues in South Florida. For those of you who know me, you know I am definitely not a sports aficionado, so I have done my best, but if I forgot a league I apologize in advance and please let me know at Scott@hotspotsmedia.com.

Softball

The South Florida Amateur Athletic Association

The South Florida Amateur Athletic Association (SFAAA) is located in Fort Lauderdale, and is an LGBT softball league committed to providing an opportunity for both gay and non-gay participants to compete in an environment welcoming and open to the gay community.

Founded in 1994 as the South Florida Softball League, they emerged as the premiere softball league for gay and lesbian athletes with over twenty-five teams and almost four hundred members. Two seasons are held annually, one beginning in late February and the second at the beginning of September. A draft and tryout clinic is held prior to each season to help new members find teams on which to play. Four competitive levels afford the opportunity for anyone to play, regardless of their athletic ability or skill level.

On a broader level, the SFAAA is affiliated with the North America Gay Amateur Athletic Alliance (NAGAAA) and plays in accordance with the playing rules established by the Amateur Softball Association of America (ASA). In maintaining these affiliations, SFAAA is afforded the opportunity to compete on a national and international level with other slow pitch softball leagues across the country and around the world. sfaaasoftball.com

The SFAAA puts on the annual Hurricane Showdown, which will draw hundreds of LGBT softball players to the Fort Lauderdale area over Thanksgiving weekend. The tournament places the teams into three divisions: B Division, C Division and D Division. All teams play three round-robin games to determine seeding for the double-elimination tournament. Trophies will be awarded to the top teams in all three divisions. For more information on the Hurricane Showdown, go to: HurricaneShowdown.net.

Flag Football

The South Florida Flag Football League (SFFFL), and members of the National Gay Flag Football League (NGFFL) and the International Women’s Flag Football Association (IWFFA), have grown from a handful of individuals tossing a ball around in 2007, to a league with over 100 active members and multiple national touring teams. Through the promotion of diversity, inclusion, competition and friendship, they have built a family of footballers from Fort Lauderdale to Miami. They are an LGBTQA organization that encourages players of all skill levels to participate, while also testing their elite athletes on the national stage. They strive to put on a competitive, but always fun league that stresses camaraderie and personal growth. They welcome all skills, shapes, and sizes, so don’t be shy. Your football family awaits you! sfffl.org.

Bowling

The South Florida tournament is called F.L.I.R.T. and is affiliated with the International Gay Bowling Organization (IGBO), and is a LGBTQ and invitational bowling tournament that welcomes all bowlers which is held on Martin Luther King Jr. weekend in sunny Fort Lauderdale, FL. They will be guaranteeing $500 to all first-place finishers.

F.L.I.R.T. has sold out for 11 consecutive years and they are expecting F.L.I.R.T. 2019 to do the same, so make sure you register by November if you don’t want to be left behind. FLIRTbowl.com.

Tennis

Miami Mavericks Tennis Club

The South Florida Tennis Club, also known as SFTC, is a nonprofit organization founded in 1987 to develop and coordinate tennis activities for the GLBT community and friends in the South Florida area. SFTC is dedicated to supporting competitive and social tennis activities. Membership is open to players of all skill levels. The SFTC also contributes to charities within the South Florida community each year.

They offer a competitive spring and fall Tennis Ladder for singles and doubles, team tennis, tennis socials, regional tournaments and two annual GLTA sanctioned tennis tournaments. SFTC’s annual Clay Court Classic will be held over President’s day weekend at the Tennis Club of Fort Lauderdale. Even if you are not playing, come out and watch all the great tennis and welcome all players from around the globe to our signature event of the year. sftc.us

Miami Mavericks Tennis Club is a not-for-profit organization promoting tennis and a healthy lifestyle for the Miami-Dade Gay and Lesbian community. Established in 1989 by John Rubi (RIP), Miami Mavericks Tennis Club (MMTC) was founded on the principle of creating a safe and fun outlet for GLBT tennis enthusiasts in Miami-Dade County. It has evolved to become a great social outlet as well as providing ample opportunities for competitive tennis at all levels. They realize that their organization is judged not by the quantity of members they enroll, but by the quality each individual experiences as a member.

Whether it be recreational tennis, social tennis, competitive tennis, team tennis, or beginning tennis, there is no shortage of events in which to participate. Some of their events include: Miami Art Deco Open – is played over the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday weekend which also coincides with the Art Deco weekend in Miami Beach. The courts are the famed Crandon Park Tennis Center on Key Biscayne, also home to the Miami Open (formerly known as the Sony Open). The tournament attracts GLTA (Gay and Lesbian Tennis Alliance) players from all over the globe. It’s a weekend of top-notch tennis, Arts, sun, beach, and fun. Miami Flamingo Open – is their newest tournament jewel, and will be played at South Beach’s Flamingo Park over Memorial Day holiday weekend. This three day tournament will be held in conjunction with other sporting events. Tennis players, softball players, swimmers, and other GLBTQ athletes will descend on South Beach for a weekend of sports, and fun in the sun. miamimaverickstennis.com

Polo

GPL Polo Club is a 501©(3) that promotes the sport of polo as a means to provide equality, pride, inclusion and confidence for those individuals who face discrimination simply due to identifying themselves as lesbian, gay, bisexual, gay or other non-traditional sexual or gender identities. GPL Polo Club works to create an atmosphere that affirms and supports the understanding and acceptance of all individuals regardless of race, sex or sexual identity and works to promotes goodwill and camaraderie in the community. They represent a wide range of ages, backgrounds and skill levels – in fact, some of them had never been on a horse before joining. They actively train and compete in mainstream matches and events to test their skills, share their enthusiasm for the sport, and change perceptions about our community. Polo is a sport rich with history, tradition, speed and skill – they encourage you to join them and GPL’s 10th Annual Land Rover Palm Beach International Gay Polo Tournament will return to the Wanderers Club and International Polo Club on April 4, 5, 6, and 7, 2019. This being a huge milestone for them, they are planning on making the event even bigger, better and more powerful than it has been! gaypolo.com.

Swimming

Nadadores Swim Team of south Florida is a team consisting of members who are Gay, Straight, Young, Old, Male, Female, Aspiring Olympian or Just Learning. Coached practices, Beginning and Intermediate Lessons, Ocean Open Swims and Meet Support – they do it all, and they have a good time doing it. Whether you’re trying to lower your 100 meter time or just trying to get to the end of the pool, go join them!

Affiliated with U.S.M.S. (United States Masters Swimming) and I.G.L.A. (International Gay and Lesbian Aquatics), they hold coached pool practice three times a week (Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday), offer swimming lessons every Saturday, and sponsor a weekly Sunday ocean swim.

New to South Florida or just passing through? They welcome short term visitors to join in as their guests. Your first three practices are free! And join them for brunch or dinner after practice – a great way to get to know some like-minded, water loving locals!

The Nadadores Swim Team of South Florida is a Miami-based not for profit 501©3 corporation managed by a volunteer Board of Directors including our Captain Luis Comulada and his Co-Captain Juan Lopez. nadadoresswimteam.org/

Hammerhead – Beginning in 2004, with just five members in its initial year, Hammerhead Masters Swimming has grown to over 100 full-time members. Under the direction of founder and head coach John Grzeszczak, their Masters Swim Team competes at the highest level and has won seven IGLA (International Gay and Lesbian Aquatics) World Championships. The first title came in 2007 in Paris, France and was quickly followed up by a championship performance at the World Out Games in Copenhagen, Denmark in 2009. The third crown came at the 2011 IGLA Championships in Honolulu, Hawaii. The Hammerheads also captured titles in Reykjavik, Iceland in 2012, again at the 2013 World Out Games in Antwerp, Belgium. Most recently captured the IGLA title at 2015 Eurogames in Stockholm, Sweden. In 2012, Hammerhead Aquatics, was one of only three USMS Masters clubs to put a swimmer in the Olympic Trials in Omaha, Nebraska. hammerheadaquatics.com

Running

Front Runners & Walkers Fort Lauderdale is a group of people who enjoy running and walking. The group creates a positive atmosphere through planned activities where gays and lesbians can be themselves.

Front Runners & Walkers Fort Lauderdale still has some of their original members from 1989. They have 3 weekly runs…2 at Holiday Park on Wed and Sun evenings, and the Saturday morning run at the Pride Center. After all the runs they go out to eat and socialize. They also have a social every month, which have included kayaking, bar romps, and joint socials with other sports clubs. They also produce a banquet every year.

Front Runners & Walker Fort Lauderdale is a proud member of Road Runners Club of America and is a 501©(3) corporation. For more information on the club visit: Frontrunnersfortlauderdale.org.

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