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Brady - Fat2Fit2Fat

(243lbs) Brady works at an insurance agency in Kansas City. He’s far away from everything, and hates his job. He hates commuting and has two acquaintances and no real friends. He’s let himself go pretty badly, but he doesn’t have the will power to hit the gym or change any part of his life. Thankfully, he’s been at his company for 10 years and earns a 3 month sabbatical with full pay to use.

(243lbs) Brady took the first part of his sabbatical to hike in the mountains solo. He stumbled upon what looked like an abandoned shack with smoke coming out of the chimney. He knew nightfall would be soon so he wanted to ask the local if he could crash at their place for the night. He knocked on the door and it opened itself. He let himself in and called.

BRADY: Hello!!!

(243lbs) A mysterious figure appeared around the corner. The woman introduced herself as Cora.

CORA: I’ve been practicing witchcraft in the mountains since I was little and now I am the only one left. Some witch will reveal too much about herself and then she’s hunted by the locals. I chose to reveal my house and myself to you because I can tell you’re not from here and you have an open mind.

BRADY: I definitely have an open mind. I came here to the mountains to find myself. I am on a sabbatical trying to find some sort of motivation.

CORA: What is one thing you don’t have control over that you wish to have infinite control of?

BRADY: *looks down at his soft out of shape body and looks up*

His body has always been a sense of insecurity that made him feel inadequate and less than because he wishes he was fit.

CORA: Nothing with power, career, money?

BRADY: I just want to like how I look and control what I look like.

CORA: *rummages through the cabinet and throws some leaves into what looks like a brewing potion. Once all the ingredients were stirred in, the liquid began to glow a pale orange color.*

BRADY: Is this legit going to help me?

CORA: You drink and find out. Or you can go beg your doctor for Ozempic and forget you came here. At least this is free!

BRADY: I’m not being drugged right now?

CORA: You are, just not a bad kind.

BRADY: *takes the vial of orange liquid and drinks it*

CORA: How do you wish to look?

BRADY: I just want to lose like 75 pounds.

(165lbs) Brady’s pants fell down immediately and his blue polo shirt wore him like a dress.

BRADY: Holy shit I must be hallucinating.

CORA: You’re not but I figured you’d have this reaction. Sleep it off.

Cora snapped her fingers and Brady’s vision blacked out.

—

Brady woke up in his hotel room down at the base of the mountain. He walked to the bathroom and sure enough he was completely thin. He went to put on an outfit and quickly realized nothing in his suitcase would fit him. Everything he had was a 40” waist and all his shirts were XL. He ran through the closest Walmart holding his shorts bunched up in his hand hoping he wouldn’t drop them and bought a new pair of 30” waist shorts. He was so happy.

After his 3 months concluded, he returned to Missouri and submitted his 2 week notice. He wanted a fresh start where he could show off his new skinny body and get laid for once. He was a gay man living in the Midwest with approximately 5 blank Grindr profiles within a 25 mile radius.

(149lbs) Brady packed up all his belongings and moved to Miami. He looked in the mirror and audibly said “I wish I was a twink.” And in the blink of an eye another 15 pounds disappeared off his body. He met Javi at Twist, the local gay club near his apartment. After almost 2 years, the two fell in love and became inseparable and lived together. Javi told Brady he should start going to the gym and getting big arms and a six pack because he wasn’t super into twinks. Brady quietly looked at himself in the bathroom mirror once or twice a week asking for just 1 pound more trying to subtly get larger for Javi without alerting him to his powers given to him by the witch.

(195lbs) Brady had gotten extremely fit and did no work for it. The potion he took two years ago was unbelievable. Javi loved Brady’s new extremely fit body and Brady loved the attention. Brady however, wasn’t sure he loved how he looked. Javi was going away on business to Houston for a month, so Brady booked himself a trip to Hawaii by himself to hopefully ground himself.

(210lbs) Brady wished another 15 pounds of muscle onto his body before he left for Hawaii. He wanted to look his best for the beach so he could post photos of his body online for attention. He wasn’t the happiest, so the online attention helped. Once he landed in Hawaii he took the private boat to the small isolated island resort he had booked.

(175lbs) Brady hated how he looked so he wished 30 pounds off his body because he thought a leaner look would suit him and he tried to walk around the beach and feel comfortable but he really wasn’t sure why he wasn’t comfortable with himself. Brady had an idea, he went to the surf shop in the lobby and bought himself a pair of 2XL swim trunks and went up to his room. He bought himself a case of beers and drank away. He got in the mirror looked at himself and asked for a dad bod.

(280lbs) Brady, still very much in shape but much larger (100lbs larger to be exact) walked down the beach with his beer gut and massive arms. He was happy. He actually liked how he looked. No one recognized him from earlier and all the other guests just thought he was a new arrival to the resort. Brady went back to the surf shop and bought a 2XL Hawaiian shirt before returning home to Florida.

(305lbs) Brady was a huge guy. He wished himself even bigger and squeezed himself into the premium economy seat he booked on points and flew home to Florida. He spent nearly 12 hours total on the plane and when he walked in the door felt like everything was all wrong. He was skinny Brady in Florida, not big and beefy. Javi was due to arrive at any minute. When Brady heard the lock turning, he ran to the bathroom and wished his body back to his 195lb self.

Javi found the 2XL shirts and asked and Brady told him he was trying oversized fashion and didn’t like it, so he threw the shirt away. Brady couldn’t stop thinking about his little escape he had in Hawaii and after a few months went back to the bathroom and wished to be a bit bigger. Javi hated it so much. Javi kept telling Brady to hit the treadmill and to eat less.

(243lbs) Brady was back at the same weight he was before he met Cora the witch. However, he had so much muscle on his body he was a lot smaller than Javi still hated it. Brady loved his small belly and missed playing with the belly he once had when he was an insurance agent back in Missouri. The two attended couple’s therapy to no avail. Ultimately, it let to Brady and Javi breaking up. Javi kicked Brady out of the apartment. Just to get back at Javi, Brady lost all the weight before coming to the apartment to collect his belongings.

Brady needed a new start so he called one of his buddies in New York who was starting a boutique insurance agency and cofounded it with him.

(327lbs) Brady wanted a fresh start in New York so he bought a 3XL hoodie and sweat at the last Walmart before the Holland tunnel, and sat in traffic looking in the mirror and wished to be fat. He’d never been as big as he was now. He watched his body tighten the dress of a hoodie he had put on and fill it out. Compared to last week in Miami, he was completely unrecognizable. He was truly starting over. Once he showered in his apartment he got a look at his new fat body covered in stretch marks and rolls. Brady was generally happy with his size. The only drawback and he couldn’t find much clothing in the city stores that fit him well so he was barely able to dress well.

(327lbs) Four years went by and Brady’s joint venture had taken off. He was able to buy an apartment and afford more than ever. He seemed very content. He was overworked. One fateful day on the train he dozed off. In his dream he was even fatter than he is now. The dream was so vivid he could feel his body sloshing with every step.. when in reality the jerky subway train was sloshing him around. He missed his stop and rode the train to the end asleep. In the dream, Brady said he wanted to get fatter and…

(415lbs) He woke up. His shirt had ridden up his entire belly and his pants completely ripped. He was huge. Brady embarrassed walked to the next departing train that would get him home attracting the stares of everyone for the lack of clothing he had one, especially for his size. Brady decided to take several months remote from work after that, to give his business partner a believable timeline for his nearly 100lb weight gain.

(415lbs) Brady went to Industry, a New York gay bar and opened up his shirt in hopes he would find a chub chaser. Unfortunately he just got stares.

(451lbs) Brady had to get an entire new suit made for him because of his sheer girth. His seamstress couldn’t believe the size of him. She had made him his suit four years ago when he weighed more than a hundred pounds less. Brady knew it wasn’t going to last long because he planned to put a little more weight on. His business partner couldn’t believe the size of him either. Brady needed to remove the armrests on his desk chair so he could fit.

(485lbs) By the summer, Brady had willed another 35lbs onto his body. He attended a big party on Fire Island having fun with his friends. All of the sudden he saw a familiar face.

Javi.

BRADY: Javi???

JAVI: Hiiii…. Have we met?

BRADY: Javi it’s me

JAVI: Where have we met you look so familiar??

BRADY: It’s me, Brady

JAVI: Brady who?

BRADY: Your ex boyfriend.

JAVI: There is just no way. I thought you lost all the weight you put on.

BRADY: Then I gained it back, and then some

JAVI: Holy shit Brady you look awful, do you need me to get you a nutritionist? I am worried.

BRADY: No not at all. I am super happy the way I look.

JAVI: Weren’t you happy when half of Miami wanted to f*ck you?

BRADY: No, but I am happy now.

JAVI: Can I ask how much…

BRADY: How much I weigh?

JAVI: ….

BRADY: Four Hundred Eighty Five pounds last I checked. I don’t really fluctuate.

JAVI: God, this is just insane to me..

Javi walked away.

About 10 minutes later, Javi’s friend Andres walked by and…

ANDRES: Brady?

BRADY: Andres long time no see

ANDRES: I’m sorry Javi said all that… he’s just insecure and projecting on you.

BRADY: Yeah that’s why we broke up all those years ago.

ANDRES: Well, let me tell you. I like the change

Andres grabbed Brady’s belly from underneath and leaned in and kissed Brady on the cheek. He began to walk away.

BRADY: Wait a second, Andres!

Brady grabbed Andres’s hand and pulled him back for a real kiss. Andres’s hand found its way back to under Brady’s belly jiggling it while the pair made out.

Javi watched from a distance fuming with anger.

BRADY: Does a guy like me get to ask you for your number?

ANDRES: Definitely.

Javi walked over

JAVI: Wow Andres making out with my fat ex in front of me is really classy.

ANDRES: Sorry you’re too superficial to understand what a big guy can give you.

(508lbs) After texting for weeks, Andres invited Brady to go golfing with his friend.

ANDRES: Hey big fella.

BRADY: Hey handsome, ready to play?

ANDRES: Yes it’s been a while.

BRADY: It’s been too long for me too.

ANDRES: Shirt’s a bit small Brady…

Brady, embarrassed tried to pull the shirt down over his belly. He knew it was way too small but wanted to test Andres.

BRADY: Wow, I seem to have grown out of it…

ANDRES: Been a while since you wore it?

BRADY: I think this fit me when we met a few weeks ago.

ANDRES: Are you going to try to tell me it shrunk in the wash then?

BRADY: No, I just have put on about 25 pounds since that pool party and haven’t bothered to go shopping.

ANDRES: Wha— … how?

BRADY: Guess I’ve been hungry

Andres knew that Brady was the man for him in that moment. The two began dating.

(528lbs) Brady had gotten into the bad habit of putting 15lbs on every time he was going to be seen at an event to show that he was a growing man. He attended one of his friend’s backyard weddings and knocked over one of the displays with his huge belly.

Everyone who saw him at this point was asked if he was doing ok or if he needed anything. Some of the attendees even offering to give him a doctor referral for weight loss drugs. He assured them he was perfectly ok.

(600lbs) Brady admittedly took it too far. Brady had weighed in at 551lbs this morning. He had some room in his suit and had a big event for his company. He and his business partner were announcing the sale of their company to a big insurance company. He stood on the scale and watched the number go up until he hit 600lbs on the dot.

He was now basically 75lbs heavier than he was 4 months ago. After the sale of his company, Brady was to retire with enough money for him and his grandchildren (if he ever had any) to live comfortably.

When he got home, he totally forgot he would be facing Andres.

ANDRES: Brady…

BRADY: Hey honey.

ANDRES: Something is different

BRADY: What happened.

ANDRES: You look different. Something is just off.

BRADY: I am not sure what you are talking about.

ANDRES: Wait. Is that the suit you had made last week?

BRADY: Yes

ANDRES: Then why does it look like it’s about to pop.

BRADY: Oh yes something is different.

ANDRES: What.

BRADY: I got fatter.

ANDRES: Since this morning?

BRADY: Babe I think it’s time I tell you something.

Brady explained to Andres the whole story about his past life in Missouri. His sabbatical, meeting Cora the witch. He explained how he lost all the weight for Javi. Went to Hawaii and experimented with his body in different sizes.

ANDRES: What do you expect me to believe you have powers or something?

BRADY: Watch this

Brady walked into the bathroom, and willed himself to be a twink again. He walked out weighing 150lbs adorned with abs.

Andres walked to the kitchen and splashed cold water in his face. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

BRADY: I would never tell anyone about this.

ANDRES: You chose to be fat?

BRADY: If I didn’t I wouldn’t be living with the man of my dreams so let’s not.

ANDRES: Ok you’re scaring me you look emaciated.

BRADY: Oh yeah.

The two started to make out while Brady’s body slowly inflated back to 600lbs. Brady’s face filled out and his abs disappeared. Slowly a belly started to form along with soft supple moobs. His love handles expanded outward and his body started to widen. His thighs began to push against each other as they filled with fat.

Andres was so horny watching his boyfriend blow up to such a massive size and came hands free when he watched the fat pad swallow up Brady’s dick.

ANDRES: So how much do you weigh now?

BRADY: Let’s go see

The scale read 600 pounds.

Brady maintained 600 pounds for a while and about a year and a half into dating Andres, knew it was time. He popped the question getting down on one knee.

He couldn’t get back up after getting down which was very hot to Andres, who eagerly said yes.

(705lbs) Brady returned to the mountains. He bought three aur plane seats and filled them up with his girth. He struggled but he hiked his way all the way up to Cora’s hut wearing a suit to thank her for her potion that changed his life.

Brady knocked on the door which immediately opened. His belly knocked over a beaker off the table which led to Cora running into the room.

CORA: How did you get in here??

BRADY: I opened the door.

CORA: How did you find my house?

BRADY: I’ve been here before.

CORA: Who are you??

BRADY: Do you not remember me?

CORA: No, and I would.

She looked down at Brady’s belly.

BRADY: Oh right would this help?

Brady pulled out his phone and showed her a photo of him from about 10 years before. A photo of him and Javi together where he was less than 200lbs.

CORA: What was your name.. Bradley?

BRADY: Brady, close enough.

CORA: Did I do something wrong with the potion, brew it wrong?? I am so sorry!! Let me help you slim down.

BRADY: No, I am this big by choice. I could get down to this weight again any time.

CORA: Why?

BRADY: I was skinny for a while and I just didn’t like it. I was constantly making adjustments to my body so other men would see me as hot. My boyfriend left me when I decided to try out a *very slight* dad bod.

CORA: So you did this? You could’ve been half the size and still been fat.

BRADY: Well some days it just doesn’t feel like enough.

CORA: I never expected you to look like this. I expected you to have gotten massively jacked and been narcissistic.

BRADY: You were wrong

CORA: Very.

BRADY: I came here to thank you. It took me a long time to get up the mountain, but I knew that before long it would not be possible with my size.

CORA: You could’ve shrunken down to climb up here…

BRADY: But that isn’t me

CORA: Well I am happy.

BRADY: Being confident with my size and my body found me the best fiance ever.

CORA: You mean a chub chaser?

BRADY: —

CORA: Right.

BRADY: Well I mean you would have to be to like me at this size anyways. People stare.

CORA: I am staring.

BRADY: Well thank you for doing this for me.

CORA: Any time. Here, let me get you something.

Cora made a green cocktail of ingredients. She bottled them up.

CORA: You two are getting married?

She said looking at the Lock Screen on Brady’s phone.

BRADY: Yes

CORA: Wait until your wedding night to drink this. You both need to drink it for it to work.

BRADY: What is it?

CORA: You two will never break up or fight.

BRADY: This is perfect.

CORA: You also will never get health issues from your weight because you look like a heart attack waiting to happen.

BRADY: Hey!

CORA: So don’t have one before your wedding!

(750lbs) Brady and Andres had a lovely wedding.

The two got married and after the reception concluded, drank the potions together.

(785lbs) Brady loved going out and seeing the reactions on everyone’s faces seeing his size. He would eat for hours just for show and go home stuffed.

(830lbs) Brady was walking through Central Park. Let’s be real, he was barely moving and barely waddling. Suddenly he saw a familiar face again.

BRADY: Javi!!

JAVI: Holy fuck Brady you are huge.

BRADY: I know. Why are you here?

JAVI: I moved here for work. I got a job at an insurance company.

BRADY: You mean the one named after my last name that I just sold?

JAVI: Oh my god..

BRADY: Yup!

JAVI: What's new with you. I haven't seen you since you hooked up with my best friend at a pool party. I haven't seen him either that was so messy and rude of you.

BRADY: We got married.

JAVI: What…

BRADY: Yes we've been married for just about a year.

JAVI: Bet he didn't expect you to get fatter than you already were.

BRADY: He probably didn't but he loves it. He takes care of me and all the things I can't do anymore.

JAVI: I am so glad I left you before this happened.

BRADY: Me too. Next time you see me, I'm sure I'll be even bigger.

Andres walked up between the two of them.

ANDRES: Javi?

JAVI: This is insane. You married him??

ANDRES: Yes.. of course

JAVI: Why did you let him get this big

BRADY: I’ll answer that. He likes his men big, and I wanted to get big.

JAVI: Is that why you tried to get a dad bod all those years ago?

BRADY: Yes, and now I weigh more than eight hundred pounds.

ANDRES: 830 to be exact.

Javi stormed away.

The end.

[royal-ruin]

f1 fanfic recs (part __) max / charles

other f1 fic rec lists here f1 fic rec masterlist here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

i feel obligated to note that i don't read very much lestappen unfortunately so this list won't be very long or very thorough. i know another creator on tumblr @ jennarations published a very long one somewhat recently (?).

do i have to chart the constellations in his eyes? by adoreddaisies (~1k)

[He was tired. Charles was oh-so-tired. All he really wanted to just take a nap. Before he could close his eyes, he felt strangely familiar fingers tugging at his helmet strap. He opened his eyes – he didn't realise he had closed them – and found blue eyes staring back at him.

Max.]

The rest is still unwritten by Snooks10 (~1k)

[Max ran, like his husbands life depended on it.

Weaving his way around the paddock, murmurs of a black flag and unresponsive boring through the crowds. All he could do was get to Charles.]

OR Charles is in surgery and Max is terrified.

I couldn't do it without you by freed0m98 (~4k)

The one where Max and Charles have been married for two years now, and everyone finds out when Charles has an accident.

it was the end of a decade, but the start of an age by charlotte_2005 (~6k)

[The video is four minutes and eighteen seconds long. Max remembers exactly how it goes: the images were seared onto his memory long before he had to deal with each frame being ‘conclusively analysed’ by idiots on the internet.]

Max and Charles are outed in the worst way possible.

*Viva la Miami by Fabby (~8k)

Max raced all over the world and was used to different climates. But there was something about Miami’s sticky, muggy, make-your-phone-screen-fog-up kind of scorching heat that made him feel fucking crazy.

It made him want to strip naked and jump in the bright blue water surrounding his hotel.

It made him want to fuck.

OR: Max and Charles hook up for the first time, and it's very different than what Max had pictured.

basically pure smut, enjoy.

Deserving by WeaglesAndBrobeans (~16k)

Together for two years now, can Charles and Max weather the 2021 season together?

Azerbaijan Abnegation by ProngsfootxJily (~17k)

[Charles stares at him intently, “Last time was an anomaly.”

Not for the first time, Max recalls the awkward swell of humiliation after Charles had told him to stop. The hairs on the back of his neck prickle at the memory of everything that followed, “Yeah, that better not happen again.”]

After Monaco, Max thought he’d made up his mind about Charles, and their little arrangement.

They’re in Azerbaijan and Charles is everywhere: in his head, in his messages, in his hotel room…

Will Max be able to hold onto his resolve, or will his attempts at self-denial only prolong the inevitable?

i'm not gonna lie, i don't remember reading this one at all, but it was in my bookmarks so i hope i knew what i was doing.

*every other sunday by Anney (~34k)

[The grainy pictures are pieced together like a crude comic strip, sketching a poorly thought-out narrative arc that somehow made it onto the front page of every sleazy newspaper. 

EXPOSED!: The secret gay double-life of F1 driver Max Verstappen]

Max navigates the aftermath of being outed in the press, and Charles is always there.

*I'll Be Right Beside You by Fabby (~50k)

[Max stared at Charles’ closed eyes and how they twitched in his sleep. Objectively, Max knew that Charles was probably the most beautiful man he had ever seen. But... this was Charles.

Charles Leclerc. 

Big, cry-baby Charles. 

Sauber #2 driver Charles. 

When did he decide that Charles The Driver would become Charles The Boyfriend? 

He wishes he could remember. ]

OR: The self-indulgent Amnesia AU that nobody asked for. This is my love story to Charles Leclerc, thank you for coming along. Warning: this fic may break you.

*If I Could Call You Half Mine by amarynas (~64k)

[Pierre Gasly, 29, and Charles Leclerc, 27, have announced their engagement this morning in a heartfelt Instagram post.  Gasly stated he couldn’t be happier and can’t wait to spend his future with the love of his life by his side.  Leclerc, who is currently the defending champion for his team Red Bull Racing and on a good path to win his third championship title in this 2025 season, said that he is blessed to get to marry his best friend.  The two Formula 1 drivers were the second couple to ever openly come out and disclose their relationship to the public three years ago, after already dating in secret for two years. This had happened just six months after fellow F1 drivers Max Verstappen, 27, and Daniel Ricciardo, 36, had openly disclosed their relationship. Now the public can’t help but wonder: When will those two lovebirds announce their engagement?]

Max and Charles found a place to fit their affair into their lives, where it sits comfortably between secret hotel room meetups and not-so accidental touches in the paddock. But everything changes when Pierre asks Charles to marry him, and Charles says yes.

warning: lestappen have an affair and are cheating on pierre and daniel respectively. i love this fic even though i don't love the cheating. i had a ton of mixed feelings while reading this and i actually loved that. highly recommend reading it. can't listen to "moth to a flame" the same anymore.

[herospark18]

the more i think about how i've connected more with both my straight and gay uncle over aubrey plaza, the more hilarious it becomes. my mom has said she doesn't get the hype and why people are so drawn to her. she says she's "not the greatest actor of all time" or "for her time" which is undoubtedly true butttttt it's aubrey plaza. she's pretty, my mom admits, but she just "doesn't get it."

fast forward months later to my family meet up in miami, florida, where my straight uncle and i at brunch one day just have a small conversation about how aubrey plaza is "so hot" and "there's just something about her." my straight uncle gesturing to his mouth and going "even with the gap in her teeth." and we agreed she is hilarious.

throughout the second part of my vacation, my parents, brother and i met up with my dad's mom and my gay uncle (dad's brother). my gay uncle is a film professor and has a love for smaller film projects. he's also quoted saying "i love almost everything aubrey plaza has been in". (or something like that) he also said he's been wanting to watch black bear, a film that's also been on my radar but i also need to be in a very specific frame of mind to watch. i believe we discussed ingrid goes west shortly, but i asked him once in the car if he'd seen happiest season and he said he had "two or three times" and he "really likes it". we discussed the drama aubrey added to that movie and it was really fun. he told me about a college film aubrey had done called 'Center Jenny' which is even more chaotic than ingrid goes west, black bear, and basically anything she's ever done. i got a youtube link sent via whatsapp in the following days we were together.

(my gay uncle is also the type of person who is more child than man. more than "manchild". my grandma asked if he could pass the gum to her one car ride to disney world (while we were still on the hotel's premises) and he chucked the container out the window on the account she's a loud chewer. my parents made him get out of the car and pick every single mentos gum piece up.)

all in all, is it just straight women that don't get the appeal of aubrey plaza? we've got the gay men, straight men, my aroace female co-author (of the fanfic we're writing) and queer women rep but i have yet to come across a straight woman who's like "oH mY gAwD i LoVe AuBrEy PlAzA!!!"

thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[camisoledadparis]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 27

1832 – Lewis Carroll (d.1898) is born in Baresbury, England, named Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. He was an English writer, mathematician, logician, Anglican deacon, and photographer. His most famous writings are Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, its sequel Through the Looking-Glass, which includes the poem “Jabberwocky“, and the poem The Hunting of the Snark – all examples of the genre of literary nonsense. He is noted for his facility at word play, logic and fantasy.

Carroll came from a family of high-church Anglicans, and developed a long relationship with Christ Church, Oxford, where he lived for most of his life as a scholar and teacher. Alice Liddell, daughter of the Dean of Christ Church, Henry Liddell, is widely identified as the original for Alice in Wonderland, though Carroll always denied this.

Carroll never married and his sexual identity is the subject of exploration by many historians an biographgers.

1888 - The National Geographic Society was founded In Washington, D.C. They are justly famous for many things but mainly for their magazine and for many gay men, the photographs of naked tribesmen featured in the pages of that yellow-spined National Geographic was their first look at the male form in its glory. ("What? Oh, I'm just interested in ethnography, mother.")

1936 – Troy Donahue, born in New York City (d.2001) was an American actor, known for being a teen idol.

Born Merle Johnson Jr, he was initially a journalism student at Columbia University before he decided to become an actor in Hollywood, where he was represented by Rock Hudson's agent, Henry Willson. According to Robert Hofler's 2005 biography, "The Man Who Invented Rock Hudson: The Pretty Boys and Dirty Deals of Henry Willson," Willson tried out the name Troy on Rory Calhoun and James Darren, with no success, before it finally stuck to Donahue.

The blond heartthrob made a name for himself with uncredited roles in The Monolith Monsters (1957) and Man Afraid (1957); leading to larger parts in several other films, including Monster on the Campus (1958), Live Fast, Die Young (1958), and opposite fellow teen idol Sandra Dee in A Summer Place (1959). A Summer Place was a hit and made Donahue a name, especially among teenaged audiences. He signed a contract with Warner Bros., and met actress Suzanne Pleshette on the set of Rome Adventure. They married in 1964 but divorced later that year.

Warner Bros. put him in a TV series, Surfside 6 (1960–62), one of several spin-offs of 77 Sunset Strip, announced in April 1960. On Surfside 6, Donahue starred with Van Williams, Lee Patterson, Diane McBain, and Margarita Sierra in the ABC series, set in Miami Beach, Florida. After Surfside 6 was cancelled, Donahue joined the cast of Hawaiian Eye, another spinoff of Sunset Strip, for its last season from 1962 to 1963 in the role of hotel director Philip Barton.

After the release of My Blood Runs Cold (1965), Donahue's contract with Warner Bros. ended. He later struggled to find new roles and had problems with drug addiction, alcoholism, and his closeted homosexuality.

He was married again in 1966, to actress Valerie Allen, but they divorced in 1968. In 1970 he appeared in the daytime drama The Secret Storm.

By this time, Donahue's drug addiction and alcoholism had ruined him financially. One summer, he was homeless and lived in Central Park. "There was always somebody who could be amused by Troy Donahue", he says. "I'd meet them anywhere, in a park, street, party, in bed. I lived in a bush in Central Park for one summer. I kept everything I had in a backpack."

After his fourth marriage ended in 1981, Donahue decided to seek help for his drinking and drug use. In May 1982, he joined Alcoholics Anonymous, which he credited for helping him achieve and maintain sobriety. "I look upon my sobriety as a miracle", he says. "I simply do it one day at a time. The obsession to not drink has become as big as the obsession to drink. I was very fortunate."

Donahue continued to act in films throughout the 1980s and into the late 1990s. However, he never obtained the recognition that he had in the earlier years of his career.

On August 30, 2001, Donahue suffered a heart attack and was admitted to Saint John's Health Center in Santa Monica. He died three days later on September 2 at the age of 65.

1949 – American author, essayist and cultural critic Ethan Mordden was born today. His stories, novels, essays, and non-fiction books cover a wide range of topics including the American musical theater, opera, film, and, especially in his fiction, the emergence and development of contemporary American Gay culture as manifested in New York City. He has also written for The New Yorker, including fiction, "Critic At Large "pieces on Cole Porter, Judy Garland, and the musical Show Boat, and reviews of a biography of the Barrymores and Art Spiegelman's graphic novel Maus.

His best known fictional works are the inter-related series of stories known collectively as the "Buddies" cycle. In book form, these began with 1985's I've a Feeling We're not in Kansas Anymore. The fifth in the series, 2005's How's Your Romance?, is subtitled Concluding the "Buddies" Cycle. Together, the stories chronicle the times, loves, and losses of a close-knit group of friends, men who cope with the challenges of growing up and growing older. In this circle of best friends, teasing putdowns become performance art, but none of the friends ever attacks any other friend's sensitive spots.

Mordden thus breaks away from the gay model proposed by Mart Crowley's play The Boys in the Band, in which supposed best friends assault one another relentlessly in a style that has bedeviled gay art ever since, for instance in the television series Queer As Folk. Mordden's ideal of Gay friendship presents men who genuinely like themselves and one another. They are unique in Gay lit in that they respect the limits of privacy. This explains their devotion to one another: this "family" is a safe place.

1966 – Taylor Siluwé, popular writer, blogger and activist was born in Jersey City, where he lived most of his adult life. He studied creative writing at New York University, fulfilling what he considered “a burning passion to write.”

Known for his darkly erotic and humorous story telling style, Taylor’s writing has been featured in numerous publications including Details, Venus, Literary New York, Out IN Jersey, FlavaLIFE, and the E-zine Velvet Mafia. His short stories appeared in the anthologies Law of Desire and Best Gay Erotica 2008. In addition, Taylor published two sexually charged short story collections, Dancing With the Devil and Cheesy Porn…and other Fairy Tales.

Taylor’s writing reached new heights of popularity on his blog, SGL Café.Com, which combined a canny combination of the personal and political. Taylor’s blog served has a fiery, and often hilarious, platform for the rights of same-gender-loving men, while also providing insightful and candid asides on his personal life, popular culture and his struggle with cancer.

On Sunday, June 19, 2011, Taylor Siluwé died from lung cancer in his home in New Jersey. He was 43 years old.

Radford with Duhamel

1985 – Eric Radford is a Canadian pair skater. With skating partner Meagan Duhamel, he is a two-time World bronze medalist (2013 and 2014), the 2013 Four Continents champion, the 2014-15 Grand Prix Final champion, and a three-time Canadian national champion (2012-14).

Radford began skating when he was eight years old. He competed with Sarah Burke on the ISU Junior Grand Prix series in 2003 in the Czech Republic and 2004 in Hungary, placing 6th and 5th respectively. He also competed in single skating. At the 2005 Canadian Championships, he became trapped in an elevator just before he was scheduled to skate in the men's qualifying round but eventually escaped and was able to compete.

Radford teamed up with Rachel Kirkland in 2005. They were coached by Brian Orser in Toronto and part-time by Ingo Steuer in Chemnitz, Germany. They competed at the 2007 Canadian Championships where they finished 5th. After finishing 7th at the 2009 Canadian Championships, they ended their partnership.

Radford moved back to Montreal in 2009. He teamed up with Anne-Marie Giroux and finished 8th at the 2010 Canadian Championships.

At a coach's suggestion, Radford had a tryout with Meagan Duhamel and they decided to compete together. They won a silver medal at the 2011 Canadian Championships and were assigned to the Four Continents and World Championships. At Four Continents, the pair won a silver medal. During the short program at the 2011 World Championships, Radford's nose was broken when Duhamel's elbow hit him on the descent from a twist, their first element – she opened up too early. Seeing the blood, Duhamel suggested they stop, but he decided to continue. They finished the program without a pause. Duhamel had not done a triple twist since 2005, and the new pair only began performing it before the Canadian Championships.

In the 2011–12 season, Duhamel/Radford won bronze medals at their Grand Prix events, the 2011 Skate Canada and 2011 Trophée Eric Bompard. They won their first national title and finished 5th at the 2012 World Championships. The next season, Duhamel/Radford won silver at their Grand Prix events, the 2012 Skate Canada International and 2012 Trophée Eric Bompard. They then won their second national title and their first Four Continents title. Duhamel/Radford stepped onto the World podium for the first time at the 2013 World Championships in London, Ontario where they won the bronze medal.

In 2014, Duhamel/Radford skated their short program to music composed by Radford as a tribute to his late coach Paul Wirtz. After finishing seventh at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, they returned to the podium at the 2014 World Championships, where they scored personal bests in both the short program and the free skate on their way to a second bronze medal.

In December 2014, Radford publicly came out as gay in an interview with the LGBT publication Outsports. In doing so, he became the first competitive figure skater ever to come out at the height of his career while still a contender for championship titles, rather than waiting until he was near or past retirement; at the 2015 World Figure Skating Championships, Radford and Duhamel's gold medal win in pairs skating made him the first openly gay figure skater ever to win a medal at that competition. He is an ambassador for the Canadian Olympic Committee's #OneTeam program to combat homophobia in sports.

Radford with husband Fenero

Radford became engaged to his boyfriend, Spanish ice dancer Luis Fenero, on June 10, 2017. They wed on July 12, 2019.

Radford coaches skating in addition to competing. He studied music at York University, and plays piano and writes and composes music, and is registered as a member of the Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada.

1995 – At a press conference in Washington, DC, the House majority whip, Dick Armey, refers to Representative Barney Frank as 'Barney Fag.' He later apologizes, insisting it was a slip of the tongue.

[yourfavealbumisgender]

Welcome to Your Fave Album Is Gender

Requests are currently closed! For info on the progress of a request check here! Rules and info below the cut.

What are the rules?

Send requests through the ask box.

All genders and sexualities are allowed as long as there’s a flag I can use to overlay the album cover.

However, I will not accept requests for cis/straight albums (“____ by ____ is cisgender”) (This includes polyamorous by itself. I am happy to do polyamorous with a queer identity included.)

If an artist is uses a specific label and your request negates that label (ie lesbian artist -> bisexual request or transfem artist -> transmasc request) I will not be posting your request.

No more than two requests at a time please!

No more than two flags on an album please! (Not that I don't support using multiple labels, it's just hard for me to edit more than two flags!)

YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT SEXUALITY/GENDER YOU WANT THE ALBUM TO BE OTHERWISE I CAN'T DO YOUR REQUEST!!!!

Please let me know if there's a specific flag you'd like me to use in your request (gay mlm flag vs rainbow, transfem/masc vs transgender, etc) Otherwise I'll use my best judgement to pick whichever fits best. (I use the Gilbert Baker flag as a default for the rainbow/gay flag, please let me know if you'd like a different version of the rainbow flag or the homosexual/mlm flag) (I will NOT use the original bigender flag with the white stripe in the middle on this blog. The creator is a transphobic abusive groomer.)

All albums or singles from any genre and language are allowed as long as they have official album art.

However, I have the right to not accept any request for whatever reason. The blacklist is below. If you send requests for the artists or albums on my blacklist, your request will be deleted.

Requests take awhile to upload depending on how many I have. I only post 2 per day. Please be patient.

Yes, you can use any of my edits as icons but please do not repost them without credit.

What artists will I not make edits for?

Alice Cooper All Time Low Anti-Flag As I Lay Dying Avenged Sevenfold Azealia Banks Black Veil Brides Brand New Call Me Karizma Cardi B Cherie Currie Chris Brown Cobra Starship Dance Gavin Dance Destroy Boys Diddy Disturbed Doja Cat Drake Falling In Reverse Harry Styles Hanson Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss/ Vivziepop Heisei Project Jack Off Jill John Hinckley Kanye West Kublai Khan TX Lana Del Rey Lostprophets Lovejoy Machine Gun Kelly Marilyn Manson Mayhem Melanie Martinez Midtown Mindless Self Indulgence Miracle Musical (Joe Hawley) Morningwood Noa Kirel New Found Glory Palaye Royale Pusu/Zips R Kelly Slaughter to Prevail SWMRS The Used TUYU Twenty One Pilots TX2 Wilbur Soot XXXTentacion Yung Miami

What albums will I not make edits for?

Anything by any of the artist above Dying is Your Latest Fashion - Escape The Fate album Escape The Fate - Escape The Fate EP There's No Sympathy for the Dead - Escape The Fate EP Joe's Garage - Frank Zappa album Girls/Girls/Boys - Panic! At The Disco single Death Of A Bachelor - Panic! At The Disco album Pray For The Wicked - Panic! At The Disco album Viva Las Vengeance - Panic! At The Disco album Live in Japan - The Runaways live album Queens of Noise - The Runaways album The Runaways - The Runaways album No Phun Intended - Tyler Joseph release

Note: These lists may be added to at any time.

Who is allowed to interact?

Anyone can interact as long as you are not one of the following:

TERF/SWERF/Radfem/Truscum/Transmed/“Gender critical”/Exclusionist

LGBTQA+ phobic/Racist/Nazi/Anti-Vax/Republican/All/Blue Lives Matter/Pro-Life/Misogynist/Zionist

Rape Apologist/MAP/NOMAP/Pedo

Who are you?

My name is Hades, my pronouns are they/them, I’m 25, and I'm gendervoid! My main is @sp1n​ I am a my chemical romance, j-pop, and vocaloid enjoyer!  I hope you enjoy this blog!

credit for dividers goes to theprideful

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I'm getting a lot of questions about the blue bikini woman seen in the video on the boat with Sam Heughan and friends a few days ago in Marina Del Rey/Los Angeles. I'll summarize the INFO I have so far in this post and add reblogs here as I get more...

It is definitely this woman named Susie Nicole. Her last name is Evans. But she is NOT Susie Evans, who was a contestant on the show The Bachelor. I repeat, it is not Susie Evans from The Bachelor. 👇 This Susie is a different Susie.

Here is what I found out...in no particular order. I was sent a an IG story screencap of her wearing the same scarf as the screencap from the boat video. So, that's more confirmation it's her in the boat video with Sam. She seems to be living in Austin, Texas. She lived in Dallas, Texas before that. She loves L.A. and Miami. Was in Miami a few months ago, was also in Mexico City. It's definitely her in the video on the boat with Sam. She is into fitness and has a lot of pics on her account working out. She does crossfit, lifts weights, cycling, etc. She is fit and petite. She has the obligatory gusband, gay husband aka gay bff. I don't see any pics of a current boyfriend. She and Sam don't mutually follow. And we know that unless Sam was already following a woman and then they decided to date, he no longer follows women he dates. That was the case with his previous dates: Anna Modler, now Dier, and Monika Clarke. Yesterday, she posted an IG story from the beach in Santa Monica, with a view of the Santa Monica Pier. Someone else said she posted from the hotel Shutters On The Beach, and we know Sam loves that hotel. I do too. it's the perfect beach hotel.

I'm not saying they're dating, but I don't see her having a connection to any MPC people or anyone on the boat in that video, and Sam had just been in Texas, maybe they met there. Or found each other on the celeb dating app, Raya, and she joined him in L.A. Who knows...But I'll keep you posted if I find out anything else.

Just for fun, what are we thinking about their couple name? #samusie 🤗❤️

[crosby-interesting]

Leon buying a house next door to Mcdavid is weird. Not in a gay way. It’s weird in a codependent attachment way. no person let alone grown man should be that attached to remaining in the shadow of another man that they feel the urge to buy a holiday house nextdoor. They are with each other EVERYDAY for 6+ months out of the year. Is a summer break spent with your fiancé or family too much to fucking handle? Does he not want to spend break in Germany the place HE said he will move back to when he retires? He needs to spend summer with his coworker that he just saw everyday and traveled across the country with for months? Can his legs not move to train themselves unless he has Mc Jesus by his side? It’s not normal. It wasn’t normal when Nathan did it to Sidney and whoever the fuck has done it before. It’s a weird idolization. Notice Nathan brings up Sidney every chance he gets, and even said he had luck to win the cup from staying in 87 hotel room. Even the sponsors notice this obsession and the Tim Horton commercial is filmed together annually. Nathan said he will only to it with Sidney. Once again, not gay intentions, but a clearly actions stemming from an infatuation due to lack of individual identity. Notice how Crosby doesn’t give af because he’s generally a laid back guy, same as Mcdavid. but you have Leon and Nathan making sure to mention “he’s my best friend” every chance they get as if it’s relevant information that applies to the conversation at hand. But let’s be clear the obsession is one sided, in both of these friendships. Once again Mcdavid didn’t have Leon as a best man, yet Leon bought a house next to his. LOL. Connor clearly doesn’t mind Leon’s infatuation as long as it keeps him busy enough from Lauren having her phone in his face making him pose for instagram pictures with that damn dog. (jk the dog is cute) ..No Leon doesn’t want to be Connor’s boyfriend, Yes Leon wants to be apart of every moment of Connors life because he lacks secure individuality. That’s probably why he agreed to date Celeste, after all Lauren was her best friend and set them up, Leon initially probably saw it as a perfect way to be better connected to Connor’s world-and it explains the disinterest Leon has with Celeste. It’s all just my random theory anyway. A non romantic one sided obsession.

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I have mixed feelings about Leon's actions so far let's see how it will be in practice yes, he will want to go home to Germany, but having real estate in his wife's homeland is not such an absurd idea probably Celeste chose this house more for her own interests, besides, in the summer, players participate in private training camps with coaches in Toronto or LA, and buying a house there is quite reasonable from my point of view Ovi and Orlov also have apartments next door in Miami, but their wives vacationed there more (besides, real estate is an investment)

on the path to victory all means are fair I even wonder if their common life will help them win at least one Stanley Cup

[additiva]

I also loved how completely feral charles was when That girl was all over max, like you said about the watch he had to take ownership back in the form of that massive hickey lol. It's very different from when charles was dancing with that girl in miami searching for max in the balcony and how max was like yeah ok but you're leaving with me so I win. What was charles after here? if I remember he told the girl something to make her laugh and look at max as well

Ooh good one.

So Charles isn't used to being jealous, basically. So he has no chill about it and he's just territorial. He's used to getting what he wants, and like.. he does have Max. But he's annoyed that everyone doesn't know that Max is his. So he feels out of control about it. Like he can't do anything to defend their relationship. Also, their Thursday plans got cancelled, so he was extra jealous, and probably sexually frustrated.

Also Max isn't really a flirty guy, and people don't really come onto him out of nowhere because he's a bit intimidating and direct, so Charles hasn't really been faced with this situation before, and he's probably surprised by how much it bothers him. It's not that he thinks Max would cheat on him or whatever, but the forced inaction due to secrecy agitates him.

Also he's much more invested in the thing with Max than he has been in any previous relationships, but he also has less control over it (I realise this makes him sound abusive, it's not that it's just that he kept a level of emotional distance that he hasn't been able to do with Max, and also Max is playing a more dominant role in the relationship). To him, it's a completely unique thing that they've worked for, so he has no chill when he sees someone trying to encroach upon it.

Basically it's just him being feral and irrational and jealous over Max.

Charles in Miami wasn't trying to make Max jealous, he's just a social butterfly and a bit of a hoe. He loves to party, and dance casually with people in clubs, to feel their movement, etc. It feels like connection to him. Also, people love him and flock to him and he likes being adored. This is normal behaviour for him since before they were together, and it wouldn't occur to Max to try to change something like that about Charles, or to be upset about it.

He would prefer to be doing all of those things in the club with Max, whom he had a particularly physically intense relationship with, but he can't.

So he's dancing with strangers, but looking at Max, and thinking about Max. He dances with this girl for a while, and has fun with her, and what he's telling her is actually that Max is his boyfriend but it's a secret.

And she's like, your classic: drunk girl in the club bathroom, so she thinks that's adorable and tragic and she just dances with Charles, this beautiful gay guy (as far as she's aware), knowing that he's thinking about Max.

Max isn't jealous because he's used to people fawning all over Charles, and he doesn't consider Charles someone that can be stolen away. He considers Charles a very strong-willed person, and thinks that ultimately, any decision he makes is going to be self-driven. So he's not going to be tempted away from Max by strangers in a club, when he already picked Max, and worked hard to make something of it, when he could've had anyone he wanted.

Also because he can tell the entire time that Charles is thinking about him, and he's pretty sure he could tempt Charles back to the hotel in about a quarter of a second.

That was alot of rambling I hope it sortof made sense!

[gaytravelinfo]

Grand Beach Hotel Bay Harbor - Florida

Grand Beach Hotel Bay Harbor | 9601 East Bay Harbor Drive | Bay Harbor Islands, FL 33154 | 1-888-883-0645 Bay Harbor is a waterfront boutique hotel featuring 96 suites. The hotel is located on Bay Harbor Islands, Miami, only a short walk from the beaches of Surfside, Florida and Bal Harbour shops. The hotel features oversized accommodations like its sister properties the Grand Beach Hotel…

[thatuglyweirdguy]

A Spring Break to Remember

Derek was eager to leave his cold New England college for somewhere warmer for his spring break. He had just finished his midterms the week prior, and he wanted to get away from the fast-paced nature of university life. Knowing that he and his two friends wanted a getaway, the three planned to fly to Miami for the week. 

Upon landing in the airport, he was quick to join his fellow friends in their Uber to the hotel. As they drove past the lush palm trees of southern Florida, the car was filled with excitement.

“You guys ready for the time of your lives?”, said Nate, his green eyes holding back excitement.

“Fuck yeah, babes and beaches here we come!” yelled Derek.

“Who knows what crazy shit we’ll do!” exclaimed Shawn.

The three boys arrived at the hotel and were greeted by the conceirge employee while another helped carry their luggage into the lobby. As Derek checked into the hotel, the other two boys were busy checking out the cute girls in the lobby. Derek chuckled, knowing that he was about to spend the week with any chick he wanted.

After laying their stuff at the suite, the three went by the pool to start their week of misadventures. And while the three were undoubtedly attractive: Nate with his warm eyes and swimmer body; Shawn with his dirty blonde hair and chiseled abs; and Derek with his short brown hair, blue eyes, and athlete body, they undoubtedly rose hell for the hotel staff. Several guests complained of the boys’ catcalling and borderline harassment while they pushed the other male guests away from the pools. The staff considered kicking them out, but old New England money convinced them otherwise.

And in the sidelines was one quiet employee named Peter. Though he hated the boys’ inappropriate and rude attitude, he was drawn to Derek. Though Peter hid his sexuality to avoid heckling from male guests, his eyes were glued to the young, attractive college student. Peter had longed wished to find a boyfriend, but Miami gay culture preferred muscled, attractive, rich men—all checkboxes that he did not fill. Peter wanted Derek though, his heart longed to feel his strong, warm touch.

So while the boys would hit on several women, Peter watched from afar. He tried to maintain some distance, fearful that he couldn’t control himself with Derek around. But while Nate and Shawn were either fucking some gullible lady in their suite, Derek would sometimes just gaze up on the balcony and watch the rolling waves crash onto the sand. And though this left Peter surprised, that a fuckboy like Derek could be introspective, he would only do this for five minutes at most and then went back downstairs to go to a club or something.

Peter knew that Derek had to be his, but he struggled how to approach him. Peter had heard Derek and his friends say homophobic jokes, and he knew that he only had one chance to make Derek his boyfriend. He scoured the Internet for anything: books, weird YouTube videos, Reddit threads. As Peter was about to give up after hours of searching late into the night, he landed on this strange website. It looked like it was from the early 2000s, but Peter chose to trust the sketchy site—after all, he had read testimonials that it seemingly worked.

On Derek and his friends’ last day, Peter knew that he had to play his cards just right. Well aware of the consequences of any failures, Peter convinced his boss to work at the hotel bar to pass out drinks. He offered to pay for Derek’s massage anonymously as Peter knew Derek would loose his guard. As the masseuse worked her magic, Peter offered to give Derek a “complimentary” drink. Derek remained clueless, believing that his father had ordered the surprise massage as part of his hotel package. But as Derek finished his massage and began to drink the iced beverage, he felt a little funny. His vision would flutter, and his muscle movements became increasingly uncoordinated. 

“What the fuck is happening to…me”, Derek whispered as he fell into Peter’s arms. Peter, convincing his coworkers that Derek had gotten too drunk, offered to take Derek to his room—in reality, he was taking him to a secluded part of the beach. Though he was heavy, Peter’s heart raced as Derek’s presence was intoxicating to the hotel employee.

As Derek woke up tied to his bed, Peter meekly said:

“Hi Derek, I’m glad you’re awake.”

“What the fuck is this?”, said Derek dazedly.

“Well…this is my way of thanking you and your friends for your lovely stay with us.”

“Thanking us? You have my limbs tied to my fucking bed! I swear to God, I’ll…” yelled Derek as he tried to free himself.

Knowing it wouldn’t take long for him to attract someone’s attention, Peter logged onto the website he found earlier into his phone.

“What the fuck are you showing me?”

“Oh…Derek, can you just look at it? Look at how majestic the spiral moves.”

“What gay shit is this?” squirmed Derek.

“Just relax please, you’re stressing me out.”

“I’m stressing you out?! Look at what you did to me you fucking fa—…”

Peter interrupted Derek by placing his finger over Derek’s soft lips. 

“Look at the spiral Derek. You know you want to.”

“You won’t get away this, my friends will come for me”

“Your friends? Those two idiots are too drunk to notice you’re gone.”

Derek again tried to scream for help, but Peter forced his head to look directly into the inviting spiral.

“There you go now, that’s it.”

Derek’s eyes couldn’t resist the deep spiral. It was as his soul was transported to the balcony, his will slowly eroding as the waves crashed down. His eyes remained fixated to the screen, his mouth hung slightly ajar and drooling as he let the spiral consume him. Derek’s squirming stopped, and his muscles relaxed as his breathing became increasingly calmer.

Peter’s dick grew increasingly flaccid. He was turned on by the blank expression of the once annoying college student. He knew that his life was about to change, and that he finally had a boyfriend.

“Derek, now that you’re under my trance. I want you to listen to me, ok?”

“Yes”, mumbled Derek.

“My name is Peter, and I’ll be your master from now on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master…”

“Now, I want you to place your trust and love into me. Can you do that?”

“Yes Master”

“From now on, I’ll be your boyfriend and true lover? No one comes before me, alright?”

“Boyfriend…?” questioned Derek.

“Yes, you’re my loving, attentive boyfriend from now on Derek.”

“Yes, I love you…Peter” said Derek smiling as he glanced at Peter’s name tag.

“Now, I want you to tell your friends that you’re going to stay in Miami. You decided to take a gap year here, ok.”

“Yes Master.”

Peter could no longer contain himself as he launched himself into Derek’s strong arms. Derek held him tightly, hugging Peter as if he had not seen his boyfriend for ages. Peter rubbed his hand across Derek’s soft, chiseled muscles as he slowly orgasmed. After twenty minutes of passionate touching and kissing, the two laid on the sand holding each other’s hands. The two stared into each other’s eyes as they began kissing each other once more, their lips sealing each other’s fate to one another.

Derek would tell his confused friends that he no longer wished to return to New England with them. His parents were also confused and threatened to cut him off, but that didn’t matter to him anymore. What mattered now was making his boyfriend, his master happy for as long as he lived. And Peter knew that he could have a warm, hot boyfriend he could rely on. The two would then live their new lives in Miami, striving to live happy, fulfilling lives.

[godtier]

i don't talk about my IRL stuff that often but this was too funny to not share. it's a wild ride from start to finish

i called my dad today to chat and he told me he was taking a trip to miami beach next month.

"oh that's cool!" i had said, and he responded with "yeah, but i'm going there on business." my dad has been retired since his mid-50s so i assumed "business" had to do with maybe with buying or selling something.

"what business?" i asked. he responded by saying the most wild string of sentences i'd heard in a while.

"well, i want a massage chair, yknow. but everywhere i've looked, they don't let you test it before you buy it," basically a consequence of department stores like sears going bust. most furniture stores don't just have a showroom of massage chairs out to test, even if they stock them. he continued, "i did some searching, as i do. and yknow i don't want to buy anything online because that defeats the purpose. i wanna try it out before i buy it! so i saw that there are only two places that kept popping up with manufacturers that have massage chairs to test: china and south florida."

regardless of whether or not that's actually true, i'm already reeling from this information, but it's not out of the realm for weird shit my dad gets up to.

so the conversation continues. he talks about where he's flying in and where he's staying. conveniently, he just so happened to book a hotel that's close to where his friends in FL are.

now my dad is familiar with FL. i was born there, we lived there for a while, and he had lived there for some years prior to my birth. but it's been a while since he was last down there. he hasn't seen his friends in years. i could tell that this ultimately was just an excuse to go see his aging friends before something happened, given that at least one of them is sick. if the massage chair emporium (or whatever the hell it is) was located in, say, minnesota or washington state, he wouldn't bother. i could tell it was just an excuse to go visit friends because he's the type of guy who needs to have a "reason" to go visit someone. he has social anxiety and he's rather shy, so it's sort of an "easy out" in case he ends up not wanted, in his head. "well i was just in the area anyway," etc. that sort of thing.

but that's not where this goes wild.

on the subject of the hotel, he tells me its name. predictably, given the area, its name is in spanish and he mentions that his spanish is rusty. mine is also rusty, but i've retained more of it than he has. i found that to be an odd thing to point out at first, but that's when he drops the bomb:

"so, it says 'gay' guesthouse."

i'm confused because my dad isn't gay (i think) and so i was wondering why on earth he would book a room in a gay hotel.

"yeah...??"

"so like i said, my spanish is rusty. is 'gay' like... gay-gay?"

i start laughing. "uh, yes, to my knowledge in common vernacular, 'gay' just means 'gay' in spanish."

"well okay, do you mind lookin it up for me and checking it out?"

"sure."

i look it up on my phone and i put him on speaker. i should mention that my roomie is next to me while this conversation is happening.

i look it up, and start giggling.

"did you find it?" he asks. i say yes and recite the flavor text on the search result: "[hotel] is a luxury gay guesthouse in [area]. start your gaycation, etc."

we're silent for a split second before we both start laughing. my roommate whispers, "wait is he staying in a gay hotel??" and i nod. she starts laughing, too.

after a moment, my dad's like, "huh! well, i guess it is! how 'bout that?"

then he hollers over to his wife, who is NOT going on this trip btw, and goes, "YEAH IT'S A GAY HOTEL."

after calming our asses down, he finally just goes "eh, i don't give a shit about that, it'll probably be the cleanest and nicest hotel in FL." that sends me all over again from the absurd idea of my 68 year old married father staying in a hotel for gay men. but whatever, he's already booked it and he's no quitter!

so in summation: my dad is going to FL to go test drive a massage chair, that which in and of itself is a convenient excuse to go see his friends, and is staying in a luxury gay hotel while he's down there.

he has promised to take plenty of pictures of the hotel so i'll probably post those when i get them.

[imzsuzsis-blog]

"I'm fucking gay" I said to myself sometimes louder, sometimes quietly, unfortunately I think several people heard the loud part because they were looking at me, especially Danny was running after me. "Lando, are you grumpy for saying that? Because everyone hears it.” "I am, and when we broke up I was even grumpier, leave me alone, if you want me to, I'm still pregnant with twins from Ollie." Ollie Bearman? What the hell have you been doing?” Danny stopped me from speaking, then tears appeared on my face and I ran away crying. ,,Lokiii where are you????? I want to go back to the fucking fucking hotel!!!!! I can not stand!!!!" I started hitting his chest shaking and throwing up again. "Relax Lando, there are only free training sessions with a break between them." ,, BELIEVE I'M NOT EXCITED I WANT TO GO BACK THERE I HATE IT HERE FUCK ME!!!!" "Deep air says I can do it in myself." "I can do it, I believe in myself, even if I carry two beans Jankó." "MR Norris, we need to talk about beans after training." "No, and I will not have an abortion, this is the final decision, sir." "If he plays for the suspension, then the game has begun." "I'm afraid, Loki, they're not only idiots, they're also strict and they give diets that are impossible or borderline impossible to follow, on top of that they constantly measure our weight and check how much we exercise every day, it's no longer sick, it's fucking pathological."

I leaned against the wall with tears in my eyes and could only scream at the top of my lungs. Leave it!!!! I won't get into that fucking car if they force me to do so at gunpoint." "Well, come in." "Will, Jon, no, these fuckers up there don't even know what I want or what I feel, so no, I'm going to have someone else take my place today and this year." "Leave him for real." "Dude, what will happen to me? We had such a good time together, but what about the photography?" "I'll take photos of the little ones or I don't know if we move to the new place, but the fact that I won't stay in Monaco is fixed." "Do you want to move?" "Yes, everyone has been obsessed with me for a long time, when they see a girl next to me, the tabloids say she's my new girl, when I fuck the boys I loved it, I hate being there." "We understand. Where?" Burying my face in my hands, I started to cry even more and shook my head. "I don't have the faintest idea where America might come into question, I don't know, New York especially Upper, Miami, Los Angeles, but back to England and Bristol and its surroundings or London, I don't have an idea yet, but it's far from there and from the people there."

The news made my fucking blood run cold, I went to see Lando through the journalists because he just said all this in public. ,,A thousand apologies... Fuck you Lando, you said everything openly, even what you shouldn't have!!!! Now you're going to be all over the headlines because of your breakout!!!! "Osc, who excites the bitch, fuck them, they need to know what a fucking little world Formula 1 is and what a fucking little puppet we are for them that they can play with as they please and like, they can suck my dick." We didn't even pay attention, but all the cameras took us and everyone took pictures of us, and even Lando gave them the fucking horse. ,,This is serious? You know you can't say." "Yes, fuck me, just like I'm tired of shit, I'm not acting anymore here, if that's what I want, I'll go to a fucking casting and I don't care how many weeks I am, I'll do it if I get in, okay, but no, as a child, if you didn't know, I was a child actor . Stupid child and I would choose this place over the shitty place right now. Get it.” I ran after him and slapped him. "You know, I was also a child actor, but now it's not about that, it's about what you said shouldn't have happened."

"Child actor, Child actor" I muttered to myself and looked for a cigarette in my back pocket, and for my lip ink, "mhhh Benefit is expensive but... How seriously did you take Oscar from me and throw it away?" Your good fucking mother!!!!!!” I took it out and imitated a fake kick in the ass, and he showed me how the hell you put on makeup if you can't see it. "Because if only you knew that I've been doing this since I was fourteen." ,,Landooooo fuck fourteen???? Are you screwed???? Good tests, huh?” I showed him it was full of liquid flavoring, it was undrinkable and the color was strange, it didn't smell like anything, but it did have a sparkle. "Liquid highliter and put it down, it flows very well." ,,This? It has bristles, but it's also cool." ,,That mascara and eyebrow gel, put my fucking make-up stuff down Osc this is fucking not funny!!!!! That's my contour stick, my foundation, concealer, bronzer, that's my fucking blush, that's my eyeshadow palette, and put it all down. Damn" "Good, okay..." I left Lando, who was just putting some cream on himself. "MR Piastri, where is his teammate?" "I don't know, I think he's already gone with him boyfriend, he has a date today, he said he went there, sir, I can't give him an interview, I'm sorry." I ran back panting with messy hair. ,,What's wrong?" "Fuck the fucking gossip press and they're asking about you." We looked outside and a good number of people gathered, none of us dared to go outside when ten minutes later we heard a knock. "I'm Loki, may I come in?" ,.Of course it is." "This is a fucking crowd, what the hell happened?" "I don't know either, except that some asshole asked me where Lando was, and I lied and saved the best and said that he was on a date with his friend, so I thought he wasn't here anymore." "Oscar, you bastard, we're going down because of you, everyone will know that me and Lando are a couple!!!" "Good, but I didn't tell you he was pregnant." "You wordy bastard Australian, can't you be like that?" "Get me, I'm confessing to them, you scumbags" I ran out angrily, slammed the door behind me and instead did everything against myself, kept my mouth shut, "I'm telling you he's on a date with his partner, leave him alone and on top of that, Lando Norris is gay, so he's not with a girl if they ask you idiots !!!!!” I looked in my phone and all the gossip sites were full of me, "Formula 1 driver Lando Norris is gay." I ran after Oscar, but I didn't really see spit anywhere, "Kill Oscar Piastri, you're bisexual or stupid!!!!" I felt Loki's palm on my back, bit my lip and killed him, "Fucking big scandal and it started as I predicted." "Yes, but I think we should go because I have a reservation at the restaurant at nine in the evening."

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Matt Damon: 'You're a better actor the less people know about you'

The Guardian (27 September 2015)

By Elizabeth Day

He is Hollywood’s ultimate everyman. Matt Damon talks about The Martian, missing Robin Williams – and the theory that he and Ben Affleck were gay

I am sitting opposite Matt Damon and he is saying he’s sorry for being a bad movie star. He can’t help it, he says. He’s simply too dull.

“I think people just leave a room I’m in and they’re like: Well that guy wasn’t a movie star,” he explains. “Jesus! Anybody could do that.”

We are sitting in a gloomy hotel room, at a large round conference table which is too big for the two of us. Damon is dressed like a father on the school run: sensible navy blue polo shirt, trousers with practical pockets down the side. He has a smattering of facial hair. The most film-starry thing about him is his muscle tone: he has arms that look like they’ve been drawn by a Popeye animator.

Other than this, Damon insists he’s entirely normal. He has a wife, Luciana, whom he met while filming in Miami in 2003 when she was working behind a bar, and the couple have four daughters ranging in age from four to 16 – Alexia, from Luciana’s previous relationship, Isabella, Gia and Stella. Damon is a self-confessed family man. He has a rule that they will never be apart for more than two weeks while he’s filming. His daily life is so average even the paparazzi have decamped from outside his home in Los Angeles because he never does anything that merits a photograph.

“You know, a guy who’s married happily with four kids is not quite a story,” Damon says with a sorry-but-what-can-you-do smile. “And so they’ll come back and they’ll take an occasional picture… but it’s kind of just updating the file.”

I’m not entirely buying this. At 44, Damon is smart enough to know that his supposed “normality” is his stock in trade. His approachability on-screen, combined with a sense of nuance and depth, has lent his performances a likeable, everyman-ish quality that has proved to be box-office catnip.

In 2007, Forbes magazine named Damon as Hollywood’s most bankable actor, averaging $29 in takings for every dollar he earned in a movie. From Good Will Hunting (which Damon co-wrote with Ben Affleck, winning the 1997 Oscar for best screenplay) and Saving Private Ryan to the big-budget Bourne movie franchise or the dystopian sci-fi fantasy Elysium, he has a capacity to hint at a character’s inner complexity without ever veering into pretension. According to Manohla Dargis of the New York Times, Damon’s power lies in his ability “to recede into a film while also being fully present”.

His latest project is no exception. In The Martian, directed by Ridley Scott and co-starring Jeff Daniels, Chiwetel Ejiofor and Kristen Wiig, Damon plays Mark Watney, a Nasa astronaut who finds himself stranded on Mars after he is injured in a fierce storm and presumed dead by his crew.

Admittedly, an astronaut is hardly your average kind of Joe, but Damon manages to imbue the role with his classic down-to-earth sensibility. When Watney is confronted with a problem, he solves it through the power of science and logical thinking. Despite forever teetering on the verge of an existential crisis, Watney remains quick-witted and optimistic. When he runs out of food, he simply starts growing potatoes in his own vacuum-packed faecal matter. That kind of thing.

I wonder if filming The Martian made Damon contemplate his own resourcefulness. Would he be good in a similar situation?

“Probably not, no. I have too many connections that matter to me. It might be fun for a day, you know, but no. I’d probably go a little bonkers.”

Even as a small boy, he never wanted to be an astronaut, preferring instead the world of superheroes. When he was growing up in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with his older brother Kyle, his mother would put out a dressing-up box and he would choose either a red or blue floral towel, safety-pinning it round his neck like a cape. The red towel was for Superman. Blue was for Shazam, the teenage hero of a 70s TV series who could transform into Captain Marvel.

“That was how I broke my ankle,” Damon recalls. “When I was three, I climbed to the top of the jungle gym in my Shazam cape and I shouted ‘Shazam!’ And I tried to fly and I fell.”

He remembers his stockbroker father, Kent, running across from the other side of the playground to come to his aid and what stuck in Damon’s mind was not the pain in his ankle but the way his father was running – like an athlete, with pumping arms and a long, fluid pace.

“I remember afterwards, when I healed, months later, trying to jog [like him]. So I would jog pumping my fists to the ground. I was trying to ape the movement, but I wasn’t quite pulling it off.” He shakes his head, laughs.

He was three, he’d just broken his ankle, but Damon’s focus was already on how another person was behaving and how he could best mimic it.

His parents later divorced and the boys lived with their mother, Nancy Carlsson-Paige, a university professor specialising in early education. Apparently, she always knew he was going to be an actor because of his love of costume and role-playing, and his ability to entertain himself for long stretches of time.

But Damon found fame as one-half of a long-term collaboration. Ben Affleck was his childhood best friend – the two of them met when they were eight and attended the same high school. Damon went to Harvard, Affleck to the University of Vermont, but both dropped out before getting their degrees and worked together on the script for Good Will Hunting, which drew on their own experiences growing up in Cambridge. The script was bought by Castle Rock in 1994. Three years later it became a huge critical and commercial success starring Damon as undiscovered genius Will Hunting, with Affleck as his childhood friend, and Robin Williams as the psychologist who helps Hunting come to terms with his talent.

“I laughed the entire time we wrote,” Damon says now. “It was a really joyful experience.” He was less enamoured of his sudden celebrity. “You wake up one morning and the world is entirely the same and you know, actually, all the things that mattered yesterday are the same today, except the world is forever going to be a totally different place for you,” he says.

“That’s the mind-fuck and it takes a few years to even get your head around what’s happening… I remember my brother said: ‘How are you doing?’ And I was, like, ‘I’m the fucking same, but everyone else is different.’”

He credits his “really solid childhood” with getting him through. But for people who lack a support network, or whose fame reaches absurdly overblown levels, it is a different story. We are meeting almost exactly a year after his Good Will Hunting co-star, Robin Williams, took his own life. Williams suffered from severe depression. I ask Damon if he worries about the pressures fame can put on an individual’s mental health.

“Of course,” he says quietly. “Peter Farrelly, who is a friend of mine, the director, he was talking about suicide and he said something really lovely, which was: ‘Whenever that happens to a friend of mine [suicide], I feel like they’re just in a house on fire and they have to get out.’ I hoped that it [Williams’s death] could lead to a wider discussion about mental health because if somebody that incredible and wonderful – just such a light – could be living with that, hopefully it could give other people permission to talk about this to people around them. So that at least something positive came out of something so horrible.”

It’s nice, talking to Damon. Unlike many actors, he answers questions with a reflective openness. There is a feeling that nothing is out of bounds. He is politically engaged – a Democrat, but also a critic of Barack Obama (he has spoken out about Obama’s education policies and questioned the legality of drone strikes) and says he’s deeply worried about the chasm between rich and poor in America in the aftermath of the economic crisis.

“That anger did not go away because none of these guys [the bankers] got prosecuted and they all have our money, and these houses in the Hamptons they live in – that they claim to have earned – are paid for with our money. I mean, that’s what happened! And so, I don’t know what the consequences for that kind of thing are.”

He maintains a steady eye contact and has a dry sense of humour. When I ask, in the middle of a discussion about directors, whether he would ever consider being directed by Affleck, he replies deadpan: “Sure, if the right thing came along.” Pause. “I mean, he usually gives himself the main role in the thing he’s directing, so it would need to probably be a two-hander.”

He says that when picking projects, he is entirely guided by the quality of the director: “That’s all that matters in film. The rest of it is utter bullshit. A mediocre director will ruin a great piece of material.” Has he worked with mediocre directors in the past? “Yes.”

He won’t name names. But for every big-budget blockbuster he has been attached to, Damon has put in a quieter, more complex performance in films like Anthony Minghella’s The Talented Mr. Ripley or The Good Shepherd, directed by Robert de Niro, or Martin Scorsese’s The Departed. In 2013, he starred as Liberace’s lover, Scott Thorson, in the Steven Soderbergh television drama film Behind the Candelabra.

Damon was a straight man playing gay. Is it harder for actors to be openly gay in Hollywood? “I’m sure. When Ben and I first came on the scene there were rumours that we were gay because it was two guys who wrote a script together.”

Really?

“I know. It’s just like any piece of gossip… and it put us in a weird position of having to answer, you know what I mean? Which was then really deeply offensive. I don’t want to, like [imply] it’s some sort of disease – then it’s like I’m throwing my friends under the bus. But at the time, I remember thinking and saying, Rupert Everett was openly gay and this guy – more handsome than anybody, a classically trained actor – it’s tough to make the argument that he didn’t take a hit for being out.”

He thinks attitudes are changing, and welcomes the introduction of same-sex marriage in California in 2008. “I think it must be really hard for actors to be out publicly,” he continues. “But in terms of actors, I think you’re a better actor the less people know about you period. And sexuality is a huge part of that. Whether you’re straight or gay, people shouldn’t know anything about your sexuality because that’s one of the mysteries that you should be able to play.”

So is Matt Damon just a normal guy, adept at pretending to be mysterious? I don’t think so. He’s cleverer than that: he’s worked out that the appearance of averageness affords the greatest opportunity for privacy and creative space.

How would he describe himself as an actor? There is a long pause. “I don’t know,” he says. “Subtle, hopefully.”

The arms though. The arms give him away.

[tomorrowusa]

^^^ From the new Florida public school history textbook.

DeSantis's efforts to persecute minorities for political gain continues to have a negative impact on Florida's convention business.

DeSantis’ ‘anti-woke’ bills are costing Florida millions of dollars in business

A slew of new bills signed into law by Republican Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis has draped the Sunshine State in controversy, spurring protests, lawsuits and travel advisories warning the state is “openly hostile” toward people of color, immigrants, women and LGBTQ+ community members. The fallout is starting to spread to a key economic artery for an income-tax-free state heavily reliant upon tourism taxes: Florida’s convention business. In recent weeks, at least a dozen organizations have announced plans to either cancel or relocate their upcoming conferences scheduled to take place in Florida, making a statement by having their thousands of attendees and millions of dollars flow into other states deemed safer and more welcoming.

Conventions are often planned out years in advance. So the reaction to the DeSantis homophobic, racist, and anti-women policies could ripple years into the future.

“Unlike leisure business, which is a very short-term booking window [in weeks or months], conference business is long term,” said Stacy Ritter, president and chief executive officer of the Visit Lauderdale tourism marketing agency in Broward County, Florida. “We’re booking ’26 to ‘30 now, so any impact that this might have is not going to be seen for years to come.” As of July 26, Ritter said that Visit Lauderdale has tallied 10 events and conventions that were canceled by organizations citing recently enacted laws, policies and travel advisories. That amounts to 15,000 lost hotelroom nights and an estimated $20 million economic impact, she said. Ritter, a longtime Democratic politician in the state, said she first started to see some businesses pull back following the 2022 legislative session and the first iteration of the ruling known as the “Don’t Say Gay” law. At the time, she also received emails from leisure travelers suggesting they wouldn’t come back to Florida because they perceived it was hostile to the LGBTQ+ community. “That trickle from last year became a little stronger,” she said. “I don’t have a crystal ball, I wish I did, but I don’t know what happens in the future if this becomes a thing, or if this is a blip. Nobody knows.” [ ... ] Annual conferences are planned well in advance to ensure that it’s a smooth process to bring thousands of people together for a few days, and last-minute shifts are sometimes next to impossible for organizations. “Broward County has invested $1.5 billion in building an 801-room Omni hotel connected to our expanding and renovated convention center, [but]we are not seeing the bookings for ’26, ‘27, ‘28, ‘29 and ‘30, which we would have anticipated — considering that we will have this shiny new toy in the neighborhood in late-2025,” she said.

People who don't feel safe in Florida just won't want to go there.

For the Association of Collegiate Schools of Planning, a “principles-based decision” was made to move its fall 2023 conference from Florida to another host city. “While no place can be 100% safe, Miami and Florida in Fall 2023 did not feel like the best place to gather for our annual conference,” Laxmi Ramasubramanian, president of the ACSP, wrote to members on June 28 in a letter that was also provided to CNN. “We worried about attrition in conference attendance because some of our attendees were likely to feel uncomfortable, unwelcome, or fear for their own safety while navigating Miami outside of the conference venues.” Safety was a paramount concern for board member Petra Doan, a longtime and recently retired Florida State University professor who transitioned 25 years ago while on faculty. Doan, who moved to Maine last year after 33 years in Florida, said she considers herself a political refugee. “I often feel like if I will go back to Florida, I’ll have a target painted on me because I am openly trans,” Doan said.