#miami beach pride

[nerdygaymormon]

[pierbiprincess]

Are you down for hookup ?

[egregiousderp]

We’re on day six straight of “wake up in the middle of the night/morning hypervigilant and struggle to sleep again” which means we’re reaching the season of Perma Tension and Overthink.

Can’t wait to get through the next two days of work so I can start my week of suspension.

[the-potato-slayer]

[chicsenorita]

Photographer took a photo of me: creepy or flattering?

[jungledyke]

[mapsoffun]

Happy Pride Month! 

You can see this beautiful South Beach lifeguard stand via the 12th Street entrance to Lummus Park and head directly to the beach.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Coming Out Day

For time out of mind members of the LGBTQ community have had to hide in fear for their livelihood and their lives. A constant fear of being rejected by friends and loved ones, as well as the community of which they are a part, has led to many of them remaining in the proverbial closet.

This means living a half-life at best, and hiding who you are from those who should be nearest and dearest to you. Coming Out Day challenges this ancient standard, and encourages LGBTQ people everywhere to stand proud and claim who they are, and thus reclaim their lives and sense of pride.

Learn about Coming Out Day

Coming Out Day is not just a day that has been designed to help people feel comfortable about coming out about their sexuality. It is also a day that is designed to applaud people for their bravery, as well as help create awareness of the struggles and difficulties those in the LGBTQ community experience.

Even if you are heterosexual, you can use this day as an opportunity to let people in the LGBTQ community know that you support them and that you are proud of them. It is a day of unity and respect.

History of Coming Out Day

It all started at… well… let’s be honest it all started pretty much at the dawn of time. Throughout the world people and cultures everywhere have had LGBTQ people in their midst, and in many of them they were openly accepted and embraced as natural, or even sacred people in their cultures. In the last couple hundred years the majority of the world’s leading cultures began to villainize them, growing worse with every passing year.

But in the last few decades all that has begun to change, courageous members of the LGBTQ community fought and worked to help gain their rightful place in the world, accepted as just another person rather than some kind of monster or dangerous pervert. Really, the battle they fight is for something much simpler, the ability to have a safe and normal life enjoying the same liberty as their more socially accepted neighbors.

Coming Out Day was created by Rob Eichberg and Jean O’Leary as a result of the 500,000 person March on Washington DC for Lesbian and Gay Rights. The experience was enough to vitalize them and lead them to establish this holiday, which encourages all LGBTQ people and their allies to stand proud of who they are and to fight for a more equal tomorrow.

Every year there is a different theme, and so we definitely recommend taking a look at the theme for the current year when it is released. Some of the different themes that there have been include Talk About It, It’s a Family Affair, and Coming Out Still Matters. There are also a lot of events that go on throughout the world. You should be able to find out about the events that are taking place in your local area should you wish to join in with any of them.

How to celebrate Coming Out Day

Throughout the world, there are celebrations being held of LGBTQ people everywhere coming out of the closet and loudly and proudly proclaiming who they are and standing side by side with their allies for a more equal and accepting tomorrow. You can get involved by joining them or by volunteering with local groups and organizations working to raise awareness and support the challenges faced by LGBTQ people in a world still struggling to accept them.

If you have been worried about coming out to your parents or loved ones for quite some time, Coming Out Day could give you the push you need to do so. It gives you a good lead into the conversation. You can explain a bit about the day, and use this to help you tell people about your sexuality. You can also use Coming Out Day to provide support to someone who needs it. If you know that someone is going to be using this day to have a difficult chat about their sexuality with someone, then make sure you offer them words of support and that you are there to support them.

A lot of people in the LGBTQ community who have already come out use this day to share their stories with people. If you feel comfortable, you can take to social media and share the story of how you came out about your sexuality. This can help people to feel like they are not alone and it can give people the support they need on a day like this. It can help to hear about the experiences other people have gone through when you are facing the same sort of situation yourself.

You can also use this date to raise awareness about the struggles that people in the LGBTQ community face. Whether it is bullying and discrimination or difficulties in the workplace or problems with their inner confidence, there are many things that LGBTQ members go through. A lot of people are not aware of these issues, and so you can use Coming Out Day to try and change this. There are going to be a lot of infographics, videos, and other pieces of inspiring and insightful content available, so make the most of this and share it with your followers.

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[pierbiprincess]

Submissive partner, anyone?

[vikatraveller]

Experience the Vibrant Miami Nightlife

Welcome to Miami, where the nightlife is as dynamic and diverse as the city itself. Get ready to explore the best spots for an unforgettable night out!

[judespoets]

welcome to miami | jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: none

category: fluff

summary: jude and reader spend a quiet evening together on their little miami vacation

Jude and you were spending a lazy afternoon at the luxurious beachside resort in Miami.

Jude, looking relaxed in his colorful shorts, leaned back on the cabana's cushioned seat, holding a fresh coconut drink. You, wearing a bikini and large sunglasses, lounged next to him, basking in the sun's warmth.

"Miami really knows how to do beaches," Jude said, taking another sip of his coconut water. "This is perfect.

"Absolutely," you agreed, your eyes twinkling behind your sunglasses. "I could get used to this lifestyle."

Jude chuckled, setting his coconut aside. "Me too. It’s a nice change from the usual hustle."

You nodded, reaching out to playfully poke his arm. "You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard lately."

He smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "Thanks, babe. And you too. I know you’ve had a lot on your plate with university lately."

You shrugged with a smile. "It’s all worth it when I get to spend time with you like this."

You fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop.

After a while, you broke the silence. "You know that little café we found yesterday? The one with the amazing pastries?"

Jude’s face light up. "Yeah? That chocolate croissant was life-changing."

You laughed. "I think we should go back tomorrow morning. Start the day with another one of those croissants."

"Deal," Jude agreed. "We can make it a tradition. Every morning, a new pastry adventure."

You grinned. "I like the sound of that."

You continued chatting about your favorite moments from the trip so far.

Jude recalled your jet ski adventure, where you, despite your initial hesitation, ended up loving the speed and the spray of the ocean.

"I was terrified at first," you admitted, laughing at the memory. "But once we got going, it was so exciting."

"I knew you’d love it," Jude said, pride evident in his voice. "You’re braver than you think.

You smiled, leaning closer to him. "With you, I feel like I can do anything."

Jude wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. "Same here. You give me so much strength."

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the beach, you decided to take a walk along the shore. Hand in hand, you strolled along the water’s edge, the waves gently lapping at your feet.

"This is paradise," you said softly, squeezing Jude’s hand. "I don’t ever want to leave."

Jude stopped and turned to face you, his expression serious yet tender. "We’ll take this with us, wherever we go. We’ll make our own paradise, every day."

Your eyes shined with emotion. "I love you, Jude."

"I love you too, Baby," he replied, leaning in to kiss you softly.

"Maybe next time we can explore Europe together," Jude suggested . "Visit some of my favorite spots."

Your face light up. "That sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to see more of Europe."

Jude nodded with excitement in his eyes. "We’ll make it happen. Just you and me, discovering new places."

You walked back to your cabana as the sky transitioned from gold to deep orange. You settled back onto the lounge chairs, sharing a blanket as the air cools slightly

"What should we do tonight?" You asked, resting your head on Jude’s shoulder.

Jude thought for a moment. "How about a quiet dinner by the beach? Just us and some good food.”

"Perfect," you agreed, your voice content.

You spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other’s company, the stress of your everyday lives melting away in the magic of your little Miami getaway.

[getinthecar-elizabeth]

Title: Beaches and a dinner

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x wife!reader

Summary: You and Kylian enjoy a day in Miami

Warnings: A bit of suggestive content but nothing explicit.

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You stir from your sleep when you feel kisses planted on your upper back. One on your left shoulder blade, one on the nape of your neck, another one on your right shoulder blade, and finally the one placed behind your left ear pulls you completely from the clutches of sleep.

You turn to lie on your back and find your husband's smiling face hovering above you.

"Bonjour, mon amour," Kylian greets you as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

"Morning bébé," you respond with a hoarse voice.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks.

"Oui, and you?" you give him a sleepy smile.

"Oui," he pecks your lips.

Kylian knows you don't like it when he kisses you in the morning before you brush your teeth but he does it anyway. He lays his head on your breasts and your hand cradles the back of his head. You sigh as you feel him trace patterns on your stomach. You remain that way for a few minutes.

You stare at the window of the hotel where you can see the sun shining. You are in Miami for a much-needed vacation. Things have been hectic the past few months and you finally got a chance to take a break.

After a while, Kylian lifts his head to look at you, "you want to share a shower with me?" He asks.

"Okay," you say.

He lifts off the bed, pulls you with him and walks to the bathroom. He turns the water on and you both undress as you wait for the water to warm up.

But a shower is never just a shower with Kylian, and your moans of pleasure bouncing off the bathroom walls are proof of how much he craves you all the time.

After almost two hours, you walk out of the shower, balancing yourself against the wall cause your legs are still shaking from the steamy shower session.

When you are about to reach for a towel, a loud smack echoes through the bathroom and you feel a stinging sensation on your left butt cheek. Your head snaps to Kylian who has his hands on his waist and a proud grin on his face, water still dripping off his body.

He just spanked you.

You huff, squint your eyes at him and shake your head, not having the energy to scold him since he drained it in the shower.

You wrap a towel around your body and grab another to dry your braids. Kylian rips the towel around your body off and wraps it around his waist.

"Kyliaaaan," you whine and he laughs while exiting the bathroom.

When you finish getting ready, Kylian is dressed in a white tank top, orange shorts and an orange cap sits on his head.  You're dressed in black jeggings, a blue baggy t-shirt and a straw hat. Even though you are going to the beach, you've never liked showing skin, and although Kylian would love to see you in a bikini, the fact that what's underneath your clothes is strictly for his eyes only fills him with pride.

You grab a bag and put your phones, sunscreen, towels and anything else you might need inside. You head out of your hotel room and head to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. After eating you head to the beach.

Kylian is the most active of you two, going up and down the beach and taking pictures while you lay back on a sun lounger under an umbrella.

He throws himself on the lounger next to yours.

"Amour, you want to go in the water?" He asks.

"Definitely not. You know I can't swim Kylian," you say.

"Aww, come on. I'll be right there with you." He tries to convince you.

"Hm-hm," you refuse. "And besides, I'm still tired from the shower this morning. The water will just make it worse," you add.

Kylian snickers. You try to hit him but he quickly dodges. While he's an athlete with the stamina of a horse, you've never set foot in a gym so your lovemaking always left you worn out.

You close your eyes, trying to relax, but feel yourself being lifted in the air. Your hands automatically wrap around Kylian's neck as he carries you in the direction of the water.

"Kylian, what are you doing?" You shreak.

"Having fun with my wife," he grins at you, "we didn't come to the beach so you could sleep the whole time."

"Kylian," you call his name but he ignores you.

You try to get out of his arms but he's too strong. In no time, you feel the cold ocean water make contact with your body and you cling to him.

"Kylian!" you scream and he laughs.

He puts you down and the water reaches just below your bust.

"See, this is fun," he splashes you with water and laughs.

You try to act mad but can't hide the smile on your face. You end up playing in the water, splashing each other and Kylian chasing you all over the place. Your laughter echoes on the beach. This is the most fun you've had in months.

By the time you get out of the water, the sun is hanging low in the sky, casting a beautiful orange glow on the water. Your wet clothes cling to you as you take a few pictures of the scene. A breeze hits you and you shiver. As you look at the pictures you just took, a towel wraps around your shoulders.

Kylian rubs your arms over the towel as he stands behind you. He kisses behind your right ear and squeezes your shoulders.

"Are you alright, mon amour?" He asks.

You turn around to face him.

"Never better," you smile.

"Good," he kisses you. The kiss is long and salty due to the ocean water you both got in your mouths.

He breaks the kiss and pecks you multiple times all over your face causing you to giggle.

"Let's go, we have a dinner reservation at 19:00," he says.

He pulls you to where you left your belongings, and you pack up, then head back to the hotel.

When you arrive you take a shower, alone this time. Even though Kylian tried to join you, you locked him out of the bathroom.

By the time Kylian gets out of the shower you are already dressed. He whistles when he lays his eyes on you.

You are wearing a knee-length evening dress that hugs your body, revealing the curves that are constantly hidden under sweatpants and loose t-shirts.

Kylian walks over to you and grabs your waist before his hands fall to your curves.

"Amour, you look beautiful." He complements you.

"Thank you, my love," you blush.

He tries to kiss you but you put your palm against his mouth.

"Kylian, we are going to be late," you giggle at the confused look he gives you.

He rolls his eyes and steps away from you. He quickly dries himself, puts on lotion and gets dressed. He puts on the cologne he knows you like so much.

When you are both done, Kylian takes many pictures of you. He knows you don't dress up often so he wants to cherish this moment.

"Kylian let's go,"  you giggle as he keeps on snapping pictures.

"Just one more chérie," he keeps on saying.

An alert on his phone is what finally stops him.

"The car is here," he says.

"Okay, then, let's go," you say.

Kylian puts his phone and wallet in his pocket. You grab your purse in one hand and hold Kylian with the other.

The restaurant he takes you to is in the heart of Miami. It looks very posh so you assume a lot of celebrities come here.

"Reservation for Kylian Mbappé," your husband says to the host.

"Right this way," the man leads you to your table.

He hands you your menus and asks if you would like anything but you ask for time.

Kylian holds your hand across the table.

"Did you enjoy today?" He asks.

"Yes, I did," you say. You can't help the smile that spreads on your face.

"I'm glad to hear that," he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand.

"What about you, mon mari? We both know you needed this holiday more," you say.

"I did, and it's even better that you are here with me," he smiles.

You finally decide on what to eat and place your orders. You continue talking as you wait for your food, reflecting on the past few months and how much things have changed. How much your love has grown over the years.

Your food arrives and you dig in. You find yourself looking at Kylian and wondering how you got so lucky.

He lifts his eyes from his plate and catches you staring. He wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"What is it, amour?" He asks amused.

"Nothing. I'm just wondering how I got so lucky to find someone like you," you confess.

"I'm the lucky one here," he says.

"I love you, Kylian," you say wholeheartedly. "Even though it scares me sometimes, I wouldn't trade our love for anything."

"I love you too, mon amour. And I'm glad that out of all the men in this world you chose me to spend the rest of your life with," he kisses your knuckles.

You smile at him one more time before focusing on your food again.

"You know what? You are too far." You hear him say.

Kylian stands up, moves his chair from across you and places it right next to yours.

"There, that's better. Right?" He grins at you.

"Right," you laugh.

"Good," he pecks your cheek.

He pulls his plate in front of him, and you both enjoy the rest of your dinner, talking and laughing.

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[moonshynecybin]

if you could typecast the grid as stereotypical americans who would be who? (idk if i'm making any sense) but for example bezz gives very cali stoner energy.

god this one is hard because they are all so stunningly european. truly. american men do not act like that. the jean tightness alone. ummm. okay let’s start with the easy ones

pecco: pecco is from a suburb like three hours from chicago and he tells everyone he’s from chicago. framed bulls jerseys on the wall etc

pedro acosta: someone said baseball player from north carolina and yeah. i can imagine bumping into this guy at cookout. like he’s giving charlotte/macklenberg county. serving gastonia. he went to nc state with my friend thomas and he has strong basketball opinions.

bez: califoniaaaaa you’re right. of the surfer or skater variety… either way he’s in baggy as fuck clothes skulking around outside kicking it whenever he can. eating a sandwich

vale: new jersey. my trashy italian american clown princess

mav: screams boston 2 me

aleix: too european im being real. insane amounts of european. kind of breaking my brain sooo im not assigning him one

enea: gay ass san fran guy with his lil dog. walkin around the castro the dog gets hot. he picks up the dog. gay pride flag in the background. i cheer. he’s drinking espresso that costs fourteen american dollars. that’s like 12.50 euro google is telling me

casey stoner: this bitch is from vermont

luca: right across the river from vale in new york citayyyy… i think he would thrive in an environment where he doesn’t look insane wearing something very elegant and a lil dressier. like you can’t really do that in idk. most of the south or midwest or southwest or— anyways we’re sending him to nyc

jorge martin: i COULD see him hanging out in florida but like slutty florida not trashy florida. just on a beach in miami in the tiniest shorts imaginable with aleix comma also there europeanly. idk

joan mir: LOUSIANA. need to take his pissy ass to the bayou.

jack miller: attended the university of alabama and was perhaps too invested in SEC football culture. i would end this by saying roll tide for comedy but that would make me gag here in real life. anyways

marc and alex. hmmmmmmm. i could see outside austin texas as that seems 2 be hallowed ground for marc lol. alternatively. kentucky. horse boys. this is another hard one i’m open to suggestions here cuz nothin is jumping out at me tbh

franky: seems into mindfulness in a way that is giving seattle. runs a bookstore with REALLY good staff picks. big ass armchairs HUGE used book section that smells good. sitting there petting the store cat in a flannel with the sleeves rolled up. sipping his coffee. works nights at the local bar sometimes. who said that.

brad binder: denver.

[episodes-ff]

Hasta El Fuego

Diamonté

Continuing to stare me down, I swallowed the hard lump in my throat. “Armando, let my hands go. I won’t hit you anymore, I promise.” I said lowly as his grip got tighter. Leaning close to me, he stared deep into my eyes making me even more nervous. "So I see you like to put your hands where they don't belong?" He seethed in my ear sending chills up my spine as his cologne danced around my nostrils. "Oh? So you don't fucking hear me asking you a question, Diamonté?" Nodding rapidly, I looked up at him with fearful eyes as he smirked gently before grabbing me by my throat tightly. Gasping and trying to fight back, he chuckled before flexing his jaw and bringing me closer. “If you ever put your hands on me again, you will live to regret it. Do I make myself clear, Cariño?”

Even threatening me, his voice made my insides swirl with each breath. “Yessss.” I croaked struggling to talk as he continued holding my neck in his vice grip. “Good.” He declared sternly before letting me go. Coughing harshly, I held my throat before glaring up at him as he gave me a look daring me to put my hands on him again. Trying to recollect my thoughts, I closed my eyes for a brief moment before opening them again as I felt a cold metal against my wrists. “What the fuck, Armando?” I rasped as I looked at the handcuffs on me. “Shut up and start walking. You thought I was gonna let that hitting shit slide, huh? Walk.” He spat dragging me towards the door. “But my bag! I need my phone!” “Aye, callate. Shut the fuck up, Diamonté.” He demanded as I huffed.

Being walked to the door with a pout, I frowned even more when we made it outside the club to see news crews everywhere. I just know I’m getting a call from my mom in the morning. Pushing past the reporters as they tried interviewing me and the other girls being escorted out, he sent a nod to his people before walking me to my truck. “So we’re really not getting my bag?” I asked with a child-like nervousness, afraid of what he would say next. “You’re just a glutton for punishment these days, I see.” He scoffed before forcing me into the passenger seat and buckling me in. “I can drive my own c-“ Watching him send me another warning glance, I gulped before gasping as he gripped my thigh and sped off.

Gliding down the highway, we cruised in silence as I looked out the window planning my escape. “Don’t even think about it.” “How did you even find me?” “None of your fucking business, sweetheart.” “Why do you keep doing that?” “Doing what?” “That! When did you become so… cold?” Sending me the coldest side eye, I retreated into my seat already knowing the answer. “Never mind.” Continuing the ride to my place, I swallowed my pride at knowing I needed to tell him about our son. “Armando, I-“ “I was gonna propose to you, you know? I was actually gonna do it that night funny enough. I had it all planned out too. We were gonna go cruising around Miami and I was gonna take you on this big shopping spree. Whatever you wanted. Then we would have a dinner, a beautiful dinner with my family and yours on the beach. And then when everything was said and done, I was going to give you this.” He explained pulling out a green velvet box with a gorgeous ring inside of it. Dropping my jaw, I teared up as I looked up and saw the silent tears already covering his cheeks as he drove silently. “Baby, I-“ “I’m not your fucking baby.” He spat swerving into my driveway and halting the car.

Armando

Hopping out of the truck, I walked to her side and opened the door. Watching me with tear strained eyes, she stepped out silently and walked to the front door. “Key is in the flower pot.” She said just above a whisper as I inspected and unlocked the door. Taking my keys out of my pocket, I uncuffed her wrists and turned to leave. “Armando?” She whimpered softly with yearning. Turning back to her, I softened at the sight of her cries. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Armando. I really am. You hurt me that day, but that’s no excuse for what I did. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused and I hope you can forgive me some day.” She sobbed quietly as I tried not to break. Closing the distance between us, I grazed her cheek and engulfed her in a longing kiss. Holding her body as close as I possibly could, I rubbed and squeezed on her soft and juicy ass, her moans dancing against my eardrums as a result.

Lifting her up into my arms, her toned legs found their natural place around my waist as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Stumbling up the stairs, I carried her to her bedroom, tossing our clothes in the process as our mouths got reacquainted. Laying her on the bed, I removed my tank top and threw it before doing the same to my pants as we admired each other. She still looked so beautiful to me. Skin as radiant as ever, her lips as juicy as fresh picked strawberries, eyes still piercing souls with a simple glance. I can only imagine how much tighter my pussy has gotten.

Halting my thoughts at her pussy, I frowned up as she looked on curiously. “What happened? What’s wrong?” She quipped sitting up. “You gave my pussy away.” I seethed remembering how we barged in on her and ole buddy getting their rocks off. Growling lowly, I fumed before pulling her up and swinging her over my shoulder. Walking into her bathroom, I sat her on the counter before starting a nice hot shower. “I understand the shower, but come on! It’s been almost 5 years, I know you’ve slept around, Aretas.” “You can’t sleep around in prison, bebita.” “What?” She uttered softly. “You were in prison, Armando?” “There’s a lot you didn’t know about me.” I answered quietly as I ushered her in to wash off the presence of another man.

Stepping in behind her, we took a silent shower together, each of us lathering and washing our problems away. Leaning back against the shower wall, I closed my eyes as more memories of that haunting day crept to the forefront of my mind. Feeling her small hands on my chest, my eyes shot open as I looked down at her and spotted her dreamy bedroom eyes. “Wh-What are y-“ “Shhhhhh.” She hushed me with her gaze. “Just relax.“ She smiled gently before slowly reaching down and massaging my dick her hands. Groaning, I bit my lip in searing pleasure as she jerked and rubbed my pulsing cock. “Fuckkkkk.” “Let me take the pain away.” She pleaded in my ear as I dripped with the sweet pre cum that only she could create. Kneeling before me, I watched in anticipation as she licked her beautiful lips and attached them to the tip. Licking down to the base of my dick, I hissed and her lips found their way back up. Finally taking me into her mouth, she slurped and sucked as my knees buckled. I’ve had head from her before, but never like this.

Holding the bar on her wall for support, I moaned as she pleasured me beyond belief. Pulling her up to me, I kissed her deeply and lifted her up in the air again. Slowly lowering her on my dick, I bit my lip as she moaned softly biting my neck. “Fuck I missed your pussy, bebita.” “Ohhhh my god! Yessss, Armando.” Cutting off the shower finally, I held her close still penetrating her love as she whimpered and clung to me. Carrying her back to her bed, I sat with her in my lap caressing her cheek as I bit my lip. “I love you so much, mi vida. I’ve never stopped loving you.” I pleaded in tears as she rode me so lovingly. “I never meant to make you cry those years ago. I hate myself every day for it. Por favor encuéntralo en tu corazón para perdonarme.” I pleaded for forgiveness as I kissed and sucked on her neck. Nodding breathlessly, she kissed me deeply as her love tightened around my dick signaling that she was close to her climax. “I love you, Diamonté. “I love you too, Armando.” She moaned grinding against me before shaking fiercely as she succumbed to her orgasm. Holding her close, I clenched her ass closer as I released into her, my own body shaking as well. “Shiiittttt.” Staring up at her with low eyes, we shared a gentle kiss as I flipped her over and cuddled up to her. Kissing her forehead, I wrapped us up in her comforter as we fell asleep for the night.

**THE NEXT MORNING**

Stirring groggily, I stretched before feeling warmth next to me. Almost jumping out of the bed, I quickly realized where I was and relaxed. Looking down at her, I smiled gently as I admired her in her sleep. Leaning down, I kissed her sweet lips. “Mmmm. Good morning.” “Good morning, baby girl.” I said as she smiled and looked deeply into my eyes. “Armando?” “Yes, mi amor?” “I-I have to tell you something.” She said looking down fearfully. “What’s wrong, bebita?” “I-“ Ding Dong! Looking up toward the door, she motioned for me to hold on before grabbing her robe and heading to the door.

Hearing bickering coming from the front, I pulled on my boxers. Creeping up to investigate as I saw Diamonté and her mother arguing, I tried sliding out of view when my eyes landed on a little boy with headphones on watching a tablet. Furrowing my eyes at the child, I studied him as he ignored the arguing before him and focused on his activities. Getting caught up in his features, I looked up when I heard my name mentioned. “It’s bad enough you’re doing all this stripping, Diamonté. Now you’re on the news with Armando? How did you two even get in touch with each other? Does he even know about his son?” She fussed harshly as my eyes went wide before returning back to the little boy. My son? “What?” I spoke up making my presence known. “Oh wonderful! He’s here! Father of the year.” Her mother spat. “What is going on?” “What’s going on is I’m done being your backup, Diamonté. Armando has decided to grace us with his presence so let him be your support from now on. I’m done.” She preached before sitting his bag down, going over to kiss the boy on the forehead and slamming the front door.

Watching her hold her head in her hands, she looked back up at me with pleading eyes. “I was trying to tell you earlier before she came over, but I guess this is how you have to find out. Armando, I’m so sorry. I can explain all of this.” She rushed out as she came closer to me afraid of my potential reaction. Nodding with understanding eyes, I gave her a hug before speaking. “What’s his name?” “Armando Damon Aretas, Jr. We call him Papi though.” She smiled as we observed the child sitting peacefully on his device. “Can I meet him?” I asked just above a whisper as she noticed the tears threatening to fall from my pupils. “Of course you can, baby.” She smiled wiping my eyes as I nodded clenching my jaw. Hugging me again, she rubbed my back in comfort. “Papito? Mommy has a friend she’d like you to meet.” She said getting the boy’s attention as he looked up at me. “Hello!” “Ugh, uh, hi little guy. What you watching?” “Batman. I’m gonna be a superhero one day.” He smiled striking a pose as I went to sit next to him. “Oh really?” “Yea, I wanna be a police officer when I get bigger. Like… like Mike Lowrey!” He cheesed turning back to his iPad.

Chuckling, I let some tears escape as I rubbed his scalp. “Ohhh, I bet he’d love to hear that.” “You know Mike Lowrey?!” He asked in excitement as I nodded. “Sí. El es mi padre.” I stated as I looked up at her shocked face. Nodding at her in confirmation, I sent my attention back to him. “Really?! That’s so cool! I bet he’s really awesome.” “He is, little man. He definitely is.” “Wait!” He paused looking up as he set his tablet down. “You never told me your name, dude! How are we gonna be friends if I don’t know your name?” He questioned cutely as my heart melted. Chuckling deeply at his vibrant personality, I cleared my throat and sat up proudly. “My name is Armando as well.” “Really?! Just like mine!” He exclaimed high fiving me. “Can I tell you something else, Papi?” Nodding, I leaned down and cupped his ear. “I’m your papa.” Gasping he stared up at me in shock before hugging me tightly and crying in my arms. “I know, son, I know. I’m right here.” I cried cradling him into my arms and wiping his cheeks. I’ll never forget this day…

[luxiomahariel]

Remembering the victims: Tee Arnold

Tee "Lagend Billons" Arnold, a 36-year-old Black trans man from Florida, was a role model for his nieces and nephews, frequent traveler and support system to family and friends. In an emotional Facebook post from one of Tee’s loved ones, CeCe Gates, they thank him for “always answering the phone when I was lost, for never being afraid to tell me when I'm wrong, telling me to pray when I was weak, always offering words of encouragement.”

"Lagend is a very loyal person. Very loving and caring. He went out of his way for a lot of people, a hard worker, who loved to travel and live his best life," said Kalauni Gaddis. Lagend's friends said he was a transgender man who took pride in his work as a security guard but also lived life to the fullest off the clock. "He's the life of the party, and anybody that knows him, knows that," said Gaddis.

https://www.cbsnews.com/miami/news/answers-sought-in-killing-of-man-at-gulfstream-park/

https://www.hrc.org/news/remembering-tee-lagend-billons-arnold-black-trans-man-killed-in-florida

Sadly, on April 3, 2024 in Hallandale Beach, Florida, Tee was shot on the 800 block of Silks Run near a popular bowling alley. According to reports, police responded at 1:30AM to reports of a shooting where they found Tee alive but in critical condition. Although details on the shooting itself are still vague, Tee was rushed to the hospital where he unfortunately died four days later. The shooter remains at large, but the police are currently searching for a female suspect that allegedly knew Tee. In a Facebook post earlier this month, Tee noted there was a price on his head, indicating that he knew someone was threatening his life and possibly wanted him dead.

[polo-drone-055]

Pride and Palms

Trey squinted through the tinted window as the plane began its descent into Miami International Airport. The city stretched out beneath him—sun-kissed, neon-splashed, and warm with memories. His heart thudded against his chest, not from jet lag, but anticipation. It had been a long time since he’d seen PDU-055/Christian.

Back in London, the transformation into a chav had been complete—tracksuits, gold chains, shaved fade, attitude sharp as a switchblade. But this trip was different. For the first time in ages, Trey peeled away that persona.

The fitted linen shirt, crisp gold slacks, and brushed-back hair felt foreign at first, but freeing. He was rediscovering someone he used to be—before the stadiums, before the Polos, before London. As he stepped out into the Miami heat, the scent of salt and hibiscus swirled around him.

A sleek convertible idled at the curb. Christian leaned against it, arms crossed, a soft smile on his face.

“Oi oi,” Trey grinned, slipping into old habits before catching himself. “Sorry—uh, hey.”

Christian chuckled. “I don’t mind the accent. You look… good. Different.”

“So do you,” Trey replied, voice lower, more sincere.

They didn’t rush. They didn’t need to. The car cruised down Ocean Drive, the breeze fluttering through their shirts, Pride flags swaying from balconies and lamp posts. The world around them shimmered in rainbow hues, but they weren’t headed for the crowds or parades. Not this time.

Christian had something more intimate in mind.

A tucked-away spot at the southern end of South Beach—fewer tourists, more peace. They spread a light blanket over the sand as the sun began to dip. The sky turned a sherbet gradient: tangerine, rose, and lavender. A small picnic sat between them—fresh ceviche, cold rosé, and pastelitos.

They talked. Really talked. About London, about change, about how Trey felt like he was constantly switching skins to suit where he was. About how Christian had stayed steady in Miami, always keeping the door open for Trey to walk through again.

When the stars appeared and the moon rose silver over the ocean, they lay back together, Christian resting his head on Trey’s chest.

“I missed this,” Trey murmured, one hand in Christian’s curls. “Not just you—this feeling. Being… real.”

Christian looked up. “You’ve always been real to me. No matter the accent, no matter the clothes.”

Trey leaned in, and their lips met softly—no spectacle, no fireworks. Just warmth and certainty.

As Pride Month unfolded around them in vibrant celebration, Trey and Christian had found their own quiet corner of joy. No need for masks, no need to perform. Just two men, under Miami stars, rediscovering who they were—and who they could be—together.

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