#bronxite

[aistobascistod]

Bronxites : People who live in the Bronx :: Elites : People who live in the El

[note-a-bear]

I go by Bear where it matters, Bronxite by the grace of god, currently in Philly.

Mid 30s

Butch, transmasc, nb

Other identities:

ig: @note_a_bear • new writing: @bearwrite • old writing: @makeitthroughthis • plants: @bearlyprojects • photos: @beartextures

Selfies/face pics under the tag gpobear

I post about my current, main, relationship under the tag the dog who caught the car

Pretty much exclusively use mobile so apologies for any weird formatting.

[anotherwvba]

An Origin Story pt. 5

Gabby Jay was a respected man in the halls of the WVBA. At 67 years of age, he was retired from the ring. Despite his journeyman record, every fighter in the league respected his toughness and his wisdom. Just because his sole victory was literally one-in-a-hundred, didn’t mean he didn’t have the ring IQ of a world champion.

As the elder statesman and nowadays WVBA Official made his way to the front lobby, his eyes twinkled with the same excitement as when he was about to step into the ring. The next generation was waiting and this was his favorite part of the job.

"Ah, Nicole, it's good to see you," he greeted as he approached the receptionist’s desk, his thick French accent filling the air.

"Hi Gabby, always a pleasure," Nicole replied, smiling warmly.

“Is a shame about your loss Saturday, non?” Gabby offered, “But it was quite the scrap. You afforded yourself well. I know the German must be proud.”

“Thanks, Gabby,” Nicole blushed at the compliment, “He is.”

"Is this our new batch of hopefuls?" Gabby Jay gestured toward the group of would-be boxers gathered in the lobby.

"Yep, they're all yours," Nicole confirmed.

Mika took her place among the group, deliberately positioning herself near Reina, who seemed engrossed in sizing up Gabby Jay and paid no attention to anyone else.

"Mesdames et Messieurs," Gabby Jay began, capturing everyone's attention. "Welcome to the WVBA Atlanta Campus. I am Gabby Jay. As a WVBA official, I'll be leading your orientation today."

Mika continued to observe Reina, who carried herself with a casual disdain for everyone around her. It was as if she considered herself above the very air they all breathed.

"We'll start with a visit to the infirmary for full physicals," Gabby Jay continued. "Then, I'll give you a tour of our state-of-the-art campus, we'll head to your accommodations in the Campus Lodge, and we’ll end in the gym, surely the highlight of the tour."

One of Reina's entourage interrupted, "Excuse me, Mr. Jay, but my client will be departing immediately after the physical."

Gabby Jay raised an eyebrow. "It's customary for all new fighters to complete the tour and stay on campus the first night."

Before the man could respond, Reina interjected, "I am not subject to 'customary' anything. I am already under contract and have no desire to mingle with a bunch of would-be fighters who are unfit to lace my botas."

Mika stepped up to Reina, her eyes meeting the luchadora's masked gaze. "Hey! I'm signed, too. And I'm proud to share this room with these fighters, working hard and chasing their dreams, just like me. That make me unfit to lace your bota, babae?"

Reina looked at Mika and smiled, a menacing curl on her lips. "Ah, una estrella en ascenso. How cute."

Before the tension could escalate further, Gabby Jay reasserted control. "Alright, let's keep things professional. We have a schedule to stick to. Follow me to the medical facilities."

As the group began to move, Reina deliberately stepped in front of Mika, blocking her path. 

"Do you know who I am?" she asked, her voice dripping with both curiosity and condescension.

"I've been told a little," Mika responded cautiously.

"Scared, chica?" Reina pressed, her eyes narrowing.

"Takes more than you to scare a Filipina or a Bronxite, and I’m both," Mika shot back, her ire rising.

"So little respect," Reina continued, her tone probing.

"Respect is earned, not given," Mika replied, meeting Reina's intense gaze.

Reina's smile returned, more menacing than before, as she leaned toward Mika, their noses nearly touching. "I look forward to 'earning' your respect, estrellita."

For a tense moment, the air between them was electric, a silent promise of battles yet to come.

"Mesdames! Veuillez nous rejoindre!" Gabby Jay called, breaking the momentary standoff.

Both women turned to join the group, but as they did, their eyes met one last time—a mutual acknowledgment that their paths would cross again, and when they did, sparks would fly.

[cicadaland]

those were the only trees in the bronx actually. they never planted more

So true and also all the bronxites get to share them like how it is in that theory where there's only one electron in the universe and all the atoms use it

[poppapeasy]

i remember we was at some 90s shit and b dot miller walked up and pulled a beeper out and all i could think was “this nigga brought a prop beeper out ?” but nobody else thought nothing of it. just jumped on dick immed (in my bronxite opinion)

and now they all in the news. Javon always gon know when evil lurk.

[gonzoduran]

Kevin Pazmino: Who's Your Next President - Trump or Biden?

Kevin PazminoBronx County Conservative PartyDistrict Leader 81st Assembly District Candidate for State Assembly 81st Assembly District As the nation gears up for the upcoming Presidential elections later this year, the Bronx, as always, remains a pivotal battleground. Amidst the buzz of political fervor and anticipation, we took to the streets to hear directly from Bronxites about their voting…

[m58]

three from Brian J. Alvarado

i had something for this

migraines that contort the inner space the skull in hand, a hamlet’s holding cell when neuron constellations lose their faith shall supernovas cease their monologues

prayers and expletives may intersect twixt asterisks and hyphenated blur to break a wish, asphyxiate its will on frozen grant and genuflected knee

come endless isolation ritual come parthenon of pyrrhic impassé from circle pits maturity suspends to rafters in nostalgic ripening

of heads or hands to come what(ever) may have fallen out if ever even there

darwin-loss record

his yolk turns over-easy, coffee light a centipede takes its first hundred steps kid dandelions and tiger-lilies plot a windowsill of magpies freshly hatched an ox and ass play HORSE in Buffalo a jack elopes to Vegas with his plaque male ladybugs a lady luck in doubt hens only bare their teeth at winning bids

the honey badgers mates for mamba nights a dogfish heads just south of winter ail won’t gator aid the morning-after crocs? do whales make sirens as do sirens wail?

to ash and stone and dust mites they return the apoptosis of imprisoned cells

jimmies

dressing caesar salad to the ides bananas foster on his crowning day don’t lock the oven hatch on granny smith world’s rockefeller oysters to the moon spoiled eggs benedict arnold sent to war picante chicken-hearted general tso a bloody mary sunday for the doves a slice of quiche lorraine checks out at noon

joe’s forced to reconcile his sloppy ways while monterey and colby don’t know jack soft days of margarita on the rocks the olive oil flailing in the breeze sweet ol’ lady marmalade to rest chérie garcia later crocodile

Brian J. Alvarado (@wrdsrch) is a Puerto-Haitian Bronxite who writes and sings. Recent work is featured and/or forthcoming in Thimble, FERAL, SHIFT, Sledgehammer,and Versification, among others. He holds a BA in Creative Writing from Susquehanna University. https://brianalvarado.com/writing 

[citylifeorg]

Virtual Public Workshops Begin Next Week to Develop Plan for 7-Mile Harlem River Greenway in the Bronx

Seven-Mile Route Will Restore Waterfront Access for Bronxites and Connect Van Cortlandt Park to Randall’s Island with Public Open Space and Bike Path Adams Administration’s Nation-Leading Work to Reconnect Communities Divided by Highways Comes to Major Deegan Expressway, Which Separated Bronxites from Harlem River Nearly a Century Ago New York City Department of Transportation Commissioner…

[wally-b-feed]

golf art bronxite

[welcome2thebronx]

Bronx-born Oscar-winning singer, Irene Cara, dead at 63

#Bronx born and raised Oscar and Grammy winning artist, Irene Cara is dead at 63. May she rest in peace and her family, friends, and loved ones find comfort during this difficult time.

One of the most iconic singers and recognizable voices of the late 20th century, Irene Cara, is dead at 63. Born Irene Cara Escalera in The Bronx to a Puerto Rican father and a Cuban-American mother, she was taking piano lessons by age five after learning to play the instrument by ear. Before she was even a teenager, Cara was already performing on New York City’s local Spanish-language…

[kundstphoto]

Chantal Heijnen (NL 1976)

Bronxites (series)

[joseefraincolon666]

I found this on NewsBreak: NYC pushes to make e-scooter rentals permanent in the East Bronx

[aylinmona]

astma-bronxit xəstəsi olmaq və hər dəqiqə xəstəxanaya qaldırılmaq. It's my caption.

[historysisco]

Was at Westchester Square (East Tremont Avenue and Westchester Avenue) in the Bronx today and noticed an old sign peeking out behind the sign for this newsstand.

What I find curious is that next to the old school 7-Up logo is the word "Midget." Was that part of the name of the previous newsstand/soda shoppe that was located there? Any old school Bronxites know what the "Midget." was?

#WestchesterSquare #UrbExNYC #Bronx #TheBronx #BronxHistory #OldSigns #History #Historia #Histoire #Geschichte #HistorySisco (at Westchester Square–East Tremont Avenue)

https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce1neJ3u9uq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gonzoduran]

Chairman Patrick McManus’ Third Party Objective

A few weeks ago, just over a dozen Bronxites from all over the borough gathered at, Arthur Avenue Cigar, to talk politics. They wanted to hear what the Chairman of the Bronx Conservative Party, Patrick McManus, had to say regarding the third-party objective. The event was hosted by the Bronx Veteran Political Party, which is focused on open political discussions, voter registration, and other…