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[turnyourgays]

The Usher Foundation 2: Sniffles

I said in my previous introduction that I'd only write another one if the first did well, but then I had so much fun writing that I'm deciding to make another. Enjoy! Content warning for disease.

[Smartphone recorder chimes]

Statement of Grace Barnes, regarding the disease she caught from her unfaithful boyfriend. Originally given March 2nd, 2017. Audio recorded July 6th, 2022, by Donovan Ellis, Chief Experience Organizer at the Usher Foundation, Washington D.C. Statement begins.

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My boyfriend, or, ex-boyfriend I guess, Tristan Niara, was great at first. Me and Tristan met at the bar, right after I'd broken up with Ryan Yates...and we hit it off pretty well, but I wasn't in the mood to take someone home - or vice versa - and told him not to expect that from me. He was a gentleman about it, and just kept talking to me. Bought me a drink or two, and ordered me an Uber when he realized I was too buzzed to get home safely on my own. The next morning, I found that he'd written down his number on a piece of paper and slipped it into my pocket. A little weird, but I wasn't getting bad vibes. Anyways, I put his number on my nightstand but just went about my business, and forgot about him for a little bit. A few days later, Ryan died. I thought I didn't love him anymore, but I was destroyed. I learned at the funeral that he'd gotten some infection, which was tragic but I'd been thinking it was my fault, that he killed himself, so I was also a little relieved. That was sort of why I broke up with him, he was just so quick to be a victim, and its fine to be sensitive but he was never considering my feelings. So anyway, after the funeral I was feeling really vulnerable, and saw Tristan's number on my nightstand, and I texted him. I said that I was sorry I hadn't texted him yet, that I'd only found the number in my pocket while doing laundry, and thanked him for getting me home that night. He responded about an hour later. I don't remember what it was and I deleted that thread off my phone, but I was charmed, so I asked him if we could get together sometime. He agreed, and we started going out.

I don't even remember half the things we did as a couple. I felt sort of high around him, which I thought was just the bliss of our...budding relationship, but looking back it wasn't normal at all. Actually, looking back it wasn't like the high of being on drugs, it was like the dizziness of a really bad cold. A few months into dating I moved in with him, and that's when it started getting bad.

His schedule did not add up. He'd leave at a different time every morning, and he'd come home anywhere between 3 in the afternoon to 3 in the morning. I have no idea what he did for work. He dressed up in a suit and tie and brought a briefcase to work, but he came home dirty like he'd been at a construction site in the rain. And he always had this smell after work, sort of sour and sweaty, but not sweat. I'd smelled him after a jog and his sweat didn't smell like that. Gross, but yeah. And it got worse the longer we were together, and the longer we were together the closer he wanted to be to me - holding me close and whispering in my ear, kissing me - to the point where the smell was always on me. My coworkers noticed. It was humiliating. I didn't suspect anything for a good while, because I still got that dizzy feeling around him, and I was always around him when I wasn't at work, but it clicked one day. He was probably seeing other people, screwing around in the dirt at the park or something.

I confronted him, and he didn't even fight it. He'd been having sex with other people the entire time we'd been together. I was so furious. I was seeing red, screaming and crying, but he just stayed there with me, held me, apologized over and over again. I felt the way I did on my first date, and I was feeling equally as vulnerable. We had sex. Unprotected. Which I just feel so stupid about, even though I wasn't in the right mental state at the time.

The next morning I felt horrible, both emotionally and physically. I felt disgusted with Tristan for cheating, disgusted with myself for giving in like that, and literally sick. My nose kept running, and my throat was killing me. I went to go take a shower, careful not to wake Tristan up, and saw in the mirror that there was like, warts all around my privates. I facepalmed, thinking I should've known this would happen. I didn't think it was a huge deal though...people get diseases all the time. I was more mad about him cheating.

I called off work, and around noon I went to see a doctor. The warts didn't match any known disease, and the tests were inconclusive. They sent me on my way with antibiotics and told me to come back if it didn't work.

Genital warts aren't supposed to go past your genitals, right? Because mine did. By the time I got home, it hurt to pee, and I'd grown a wart in my belly button. It hurt like hell, and I started to smell like Tristan. He'd gone somewhere, and I didn't care where. I was relieved he wasn't in the house, and relieved I could have some solitude while dealing with this.

I took another antibiotic, and then another. I knew it could poison me but I was still a little off the wire from the previous night. For every pill I took, two warts grew, spreading further up my body.

Freak disease or something so far, right? But this part is why I'm telling you guys about it.

The warts grew mouths. Fucking mouths.

Lips, and tongues, and teeth. Everything. Even worse, I felt their throats spreading through my body. Every new wart that grew created a new pathway through my flesh. And they talked - or - they whispered. I couldn't understand them but I could hear them no matter how loud I turned up the TV. They sounded just like Tristan, made me feel just as dizzy.

The next thing I knew, it was a full week later. I was in a hospital bed, delirious and terrified. I tried to talk, but my mouth had been shut with warts, whispering and stinking until I blacked out again.

It was a year before they cured me. A year of waking up every couple weeks for a few minutes to find myself disgusting and disfigured, not a single word or message from Tristan. It drove me insane. I still feel on edge, I still feel sick, even though I don't have any symptoms. It's been a month since I was discharged. I'm living with my parents again. They've been supportive, but my scars freak them out. They aren't actually that bad looking, but they remind them - they remind me - of what happened. I can barely stand to look at my own face anymore.

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Statement ends. We followed up with Ms. Barnes. She's still living with her parents, though she says it's by choice. She said she's given up dating for the time being, which I can certainly understand. We asked her if she knows what ever happened to Tristan Niara, and she said she's tried to find him on Facebook a few times to no avail. We checked with her local hospital, who very firmly refused to discuss her case. I can only assume that she wasn't the last with that unexplainable illness. We, too, have been unable to locate Niara. He isn't on a single public record.

Recording ends.

[rpnewspaperblog]

As court debates student loans, borrowers see disconnect

WASHINGTON – Niara Thompson couldn’t shake her frustration as the Supreme Court debated President Joe Biden’s student debt cancellation. As she listened from the audience Tuesday, it all felt academic. There was a long discussion on the nuances of certain words. Justices asked lawyers to explore hypothetical scenarios. For Thompson, none of it is hypothetical. A student at the University of…

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12 | Daddy is here [🔗]

San My City Memorial Park, 10:48 am

Lala stands next to her husband when she sees that RJ is about to break down, her face is instantly in tears but she didn’t dare to step closer after he refused her earlier to hug him. At that very moment, RJ couldn’t hold the tears back. Remy stood next to him and grabbed him. Remy: Son, come on, come up, stay strong for her for your kids. RJ: Dad, I beg you to leave me alone, they are gone... they are really gone, right? God, does not exist and if so he’s a bastard. Remy: I’m not gonna leave your side, son! Yes, firstborn they are gone... RJ: Why, them? Why not me? Remy hisses: Remy Junior Holmes, don’t you dare to say that again. I understand that the pain you feel right now is shaking you to the core, but you are still here and we all need you. Understood? RJ desperate: I can’t handle it, Dad - I’m not as strong as I thought I would be - I’m sorry that I’m that weak. Remy whispers softly: You are strong! For fuck’s sake, you are my son and damm me if you aren’t strong but you are. Come on, get up, firstborn I’m here and I will hold you. One day we all will see them again, okay? Maybe his words gave RJ a little comfort at least he stood up. Remy wasn’t sure if RJ listened because he knew that Remy didn’t want to see his son so weak or because Remy didn’t know how would he deal with such a situation if he would have been in his son’s shoes? He would probably go blind and strike out wildly. A big lump is crawling up his throat and he knows that in this case all the “be tough” talk is nonsense and it won’t help at all. Being taught to act tough and rough, not showing any emotions is even hard right now for Remy especially because when he has to see how truly broken his son is, right there in front of his eyes it breaks his heart too, he wishes he could take his pain away.

Maxine stands there a bit lost but she understands that Nicky has to comfort his sister. How painful it must be to lose the ones you love, what a day she thinks. 

The pastor reached the point where he says ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Diosa and the kids have been in the crematorium, all that is left are the ashes of everything he still loves right here in their urns. RJ is full of tears, he doesn’t listen to what the pastor says, all he notices is that the fuckin’ pain is back in his head again and it drives him insane. He looks at the pictures on their tombstones and tears fill up his eyes again. He tries to focus on his inner self, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and tries to locate and eliminate this pain he feels.

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[americandental-va]

Dr. Steve  Pleickhardt

Dentist  Bristow, Gainesville, Haymarket, Manassas, Nokesville

American Dental

Dr. Pleickhardt has been practicing dentistry for over thirty-seven years in Virginia, Moscow, Russia and Prague, Czech Republic. Dr. Pleickhardt attended Georgetown University School of Dentistry in Washington, DC and began his practice in 1985 after becoming licensed by the Virginia Board of Dentistry.

In 1996, Dr. Pleickhardt began a period of international travel and practice. He provided dental care for the diplomatic and expatriate communities of Moscow and St. Petersburg, Russia and after three years moved to Prague,Czech Republic where he opened the first American Dental office in 2001. During this period he was founder and President of the American Dental Society of Russia as well as a member of the American Dental Society of Europe. Dr. Pleickhardt holds certificates in Orthodontics and Laser Dentistry and is provider of Lumineers Cosmetic Veneers and Invisalign Orthodontics. Additionally, Dr. Pleickhardt has incorporated the use of the iTero Scanner 5 D to take digital impressions of crowns, implants and Invisalign Orthodontics.

In addition to dentistry, Dr Pleickhardt has a busy family life with his wife and two sons attending George Mason University plus three "Fur Babies". He has served as President of his Home Owners Association for over a decade. In March, 2021 Dr. Pleickhardt entered the political arena and is a former  candidate for the House of Delegates in the Virginia General Assembly.  You may notice Dr Pleickhardt and his wife, Katya, walking in Bristow with Sampson Niara and now Natasha ! Honk your horn and say "hello" when you do!

OUR DENTAL OFFICE CONTINUES TO GROW!

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@mwczi

&&. announcing her majesty, ( niara fahari mwezi ), the ( 50 ) year old ( queen ) of ( tanzania ). she is often confused with ( kerry washington ). some say that she is ( secretive & distrustful ), but she is actually ( nurturing & steadfast ). ( OOC: bee )

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Niara Washington: I thought you said you were going to a resort spa, Diosa. That’s where your father thinks you are too. This is rehab. REHAB.

Diosa: It’s a resort-style rehab, Mommy.

Niara snaps: Don’t give me your smart mouth! I can’t believe you’d come to a rehab that’s KNOWN for being a rehab! You could have at least pretended to go to one of those that pretend they’re for cosmetic surgery or something. What if this gets out back in San Myshuno high society?

Diosa: I chose this place because it’s discreet and it’s quiet-

Niara: Oh fuck discreet and quiet! This place is for hard core druggies, I don’t care how expensive it is!

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𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙭 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

19 años / chikita but smarter than u / estudiante de medicina

hija de niara y un donante (probablemente uno de sus amigos), lennox nació en las vegas, aunque pasó gran parte de su vida en washington dc.

mide un metro y medio ok

estudia medicina únicamente para hacer feliz a su madre pero realmente detesta la carrera -- de ser por ella, estudiaría diseño de indumentaria

tiene su propio emprendimiento de bolsos y carteras, los cuales fabrica ella misma. también hace arreglos de ropa.

debido a la indecisión con su estudio, ha decidido visitar a sus abuelos a espaldas de su madre. detesta mentirle pero cree que solo ellos la harán entrar en razón respecto al futuro de su hija

[truefashionstories]

The My Brothers Pants Fashion Story

Niara: Creative Director Nyota Magazine - AFFAIR Industria 775 Washington Ave. NYC My outfit is inspired by menswear with a bit of chicness and Afrocentric. I have my Bantu knots I really like the color yellow it's the color of this generation I'm wearing my brothers pants I just threw them on real quick.I have some bright funky sneakers to go with them.

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15 | Breakdown [🔗]

San My City Memorial Park, 11:31 am

Everyone is still sitting on their chairs. Caught up in their thoughts. Manny sees that RJ is holding his hand against his head. His eyes tell that something is wrong. Many shouts concerned: ���RJ, what is going on with you? Are you okay?” All see that something is going on with RJ he went pale for a second. They get up. London reacts quickly, he sees that something bad is going on with him. RJ feels suddenly dizzy his head hurts, he staggers, he’s about to fall.

RJ whispers: London, I don’t feel good.

RJ fell almost but London stood up instantly to prevent that he is going to fall. Both end up on the floor. RJ is on his knees and he is shaken by an intense sob. This is final and the end of the road for his love and children. His world falls apart as he realizes now the true meaning of there is nothing, truly nothing worth to fight for. He breaks into tears and can’t stop, he talked about it today but it was still so distant like a dream! He starts to reflect that his heart has been shattered into millions of pieces, he might never be able to feel love, again. All he had he lost. There is no way back to what he had. His hope to experience a love like this ever again vanishes right there in his hopeless situation.

London: RJ, Man, what are you doing to yourself? Look at me, RJ!   RJ: They are dead, London, all of them, they are fuckin’ DEAD! This is not how it supposed to be, this went so wrong! I should have been with them together instead of being in the office that day, pitching for the next big deal, it’s my fault London. London: Don’t go there and start to scourge yourself. It’s not your fault RJ. Don’t do this to yourself, don’t go there, forget this guilt trip. Do you hear me? I think this was too much for you. You need to rest, RJ! We are going to take you home! You’re having a mental breakdown. RJ can’t face anybody right now, he feels ashamed and puts his hand in his lap, he gives up. If he would look up right now, he would need to face how his father would look down at him for being so fuckin’ weak. He tried so hard but it’s too much to handle, he closes his eyes. RJ whispers: I can’t deal with it anymore. I feel a heavy burden on my shoulders, I don’t know. I suddenly felt like my legs gave up on me. London, drive me home, please. I can’t be here any longer - I...I can’t breathe. London: Alright, let’s go, bro! Can you get up? RJ: Yes. Remy stood up instantly, trying to help but he noticed that his son was asking for London, so he decided to stay where he was. He can’t believe how devastated his son is. This honestly crushed even his cool heart. Tears fill up his eyes and he wishes he could do something about it, take his pain away. Lala did a quick outcry out of surprise that RJ broke down. But she didn’t dare to get closer to him, he would probably either scream at her or be indifferent towards her again. She covers her mouth, speechless, seeing her son so broken, it breaks her heart for him. Lala goes to Remy and squeezes his hands for reassurance.

Remy: Son, you need to rest. London can you give me later a call and let us know that everything is alright? I will send him our doctor to check on him. Just in case to make sure he is fine, as far as it is possible to say that for now.

London: Sure Mr. Holmes, I will give you a call as soon the doctor did check on him. 

He ignores that Mr. Holmes is having tears in his eyes, simply because he knows that the “Holmes Men” take pride in being strong and talking to them about their own emotions is not something they really want to discuss. Except for RJ who trusted London so much that he could move him, to open up to London over time, once they became friends. Remy rubs his misty eyes, trying to prevent that London sees it. 

Remy formal: You are a loyal and a damm good friend to my son. I’m happy he has you because I honestly don’t know what he would do if he would be alone. London: Of course Sir, we stick together in good and bad. I consider himself as my best friend, he is not only my business partner. He was there when I needed a friend so now I can be there for him, that’s what friends are for.

Remy taps on London’s shoulder. Remy: Thank you for taking care of my son and make sure to notify me if my son needs me. Now I need to comfort my wife what a messed up day. Niara seemed to be happy, she already had a cheerful conversation with Pastor Mcmillian. Does this woman has feelings at all? Nicky wonders. The funeral was for sure over. The other family member left, right after the ceremony when RJ broke down. They couldn’t help so it was time to leave since his parents and his best friend took care of him. Nicky needs to bring Neely and Maxine home but he will go later to RJ to check on him. He didn’t want to get involved in this conversation, he couldn’t help but he felt his cousin’s pain. Nicky saw his uncle for the very first time having tears in his eyes and he never thought that he would ever see him crying. 

Nicky wonders at this moment did he ever see his father cry? He can’t recall a memory, his father was always the strongest! But how strong would all Holmes men be, if they would lose what they love the most like RJ? On his way out of the chapel Nicky thinks:

“RJ you are not alone, we will fix you and help you through this rough time! If you’re fit tonight we can check out the nightlife for some fun, to ease your mind, I think I have a better place in mind than Rockstarrz”.

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@mwczi

&&. announcing her majesty, ( niara fahari mwezi ), the ( 50 ) year old ( queen ) of ( tanzania ). she is often confused with ( kerry washington ). some say that she is ( secretive & distrustful ), but she is actually ( nurturing & steadfast ). ( OOC: bee ) 

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Almost done and so glad

I’ll probably be done with Secrets Revealed today or if not, definitely tomorrow. YAY!!!! And honestly I am so glad lol. The story has been such a crazy ride.

 I’m really glad to also finally put an end to writing about Remy Holmes. To be honest? He has made Secrets such a chore, and most of the delay on completing the story was because of his character. I have never received so much negative feedback on a character before! I was even tempted to kill him off at one point, that’s how bothersome writing about him became. Some of my readers liked him but the majority loathed him and before I shut off my Anon Asks, my inbox was filled with mostly negative messages on him. One of my followers even blocked me over an argument on him lol. 

Oddly enough, I never got that level of feedback on other unpleasant characters... not Nicky Holmes ( who I actually think is way worse) or  Jarrod Washington or Will Elliott or Niara Houston or Gabriela Lim or Travis Scott, lol. I even got positive feedback on evil Leo Fontenot, who is a soulless monster! I see popular characters here on Simblr who have Remy’s same qualities and those characters don’t get as much negativity either. I was getting very sensitive about it, but decided to let it go. Not sure what it was about Remy that bothered folks so much, but thank the heavens above, I’ll be rid of him soon. And except for Nicky and Leo - I will never write a similar character again. It was just too draining.

Thanks for reading, you guys! You have all been so amazing. Hang in there for just a bit more! lol

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Jarrod gets up, drapes his arm around Niara, pulls her in tight.

Jarrod: You are such a lie, woman. You know ain’t nothing about to make you skip out on this gala.

Niara laughs: Let go of me, freckle face. You will ruin my dress, and my hair and my makeup. I’m not trying to show up to this gala looking like a rag.

Jarrod: This baby? It doesn’t have to be right away if you don’t want to. I just want you to promise me that eventually you will. And when you give me our little girl, we’ll name her Diosa. That’s a word for goddess. Because any child from you will be a goddess to me.

Niara: You are corny as hell, Jarrod. But-what’s in it for me if I give you this little goddess, huh? 

Jarrod: Anything. Anything you want.

Niara: Anything is going to cost you a pretty penny.

Jarrod: You’re worth every dime. Can we start working on our little goddess right now?

Niara laughs: Mister Washington, if you don’t put me down this instant! We will NOT be working on anything but making sure we look amazing at the gala, you understand me? Put me down!

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Remy calls Margaux, who agreed to meet with them right away. She sounded pleased to meet with RJ’s father and uncle, but also very confused.

Remy: Please don’t tell RJ we’ve called you here, Margaux. Thank you. See you shortly.

Nico: Claire, set up coffee and dessert in the small veranda by the back garden. Don’t set an elegant table, just something casual. I don’t want this guest to feel equal to us in any way. This guest is a slim young woman, most likely watching her figure, so prepare a very high fat sugary dessert she’s going to feel uncomfortable eating. Dim the lighting in the area as well, make it cool and uninviting. I want this person ill at ease.

Claire nods: Very well, Mr. Holmes.

Claire disappears to follow Nico’s orders.

Remy: What were all those instructions for?

Nico: You have to set a scene when you want to remain in control, Remy. I want Margaux to feel like she has no choice but to go along with our proposition.

Remy sighs: What was the other part of the plan, Nico?

Nico: I’ll get to it later. I think this plan with Margaux will be enough to keep RJ away from Diosa. But just in case it isn’t, I’ve got a backup. I plan on letting Jarrod and Niara Washington know that if they don’t keep their daughter away from our boys? I’ll bankrupt them. I’ve always hated those two anyway, never mind trying to protect RJ. I never forgave Niara for stealing from Allie all those years ago.

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Nico furious: So you’re telling me that Diosa has been messing around with both Nicky and RJ? At the same time? And Nicky never knew? Still doesn’t?

Remy: Apparently. 

Nico: Damn. Who knows if that baby Diosa lost was even Nicky’s then. It could have been RJ’s. 

Remy: Who knows? Who cares? All I know is I want that wench far from our boys, far from my son. The way she looked at him, Nico? I used to look at Lala just like that. So smug, so cruel, so certain she’d do anything for me.

Nico quietly: You did excellent by Lala in the end, Remy.

Remy frustrated: Yeah, but at what cost? She still has nightmares over what Steven Brandt did to her, because of what I forced her into. Decades later. I can’t have my son live his life having nightmares because of a cruel person.

Nico: I understand. Honestly, I can’t stand that entire family. I’ve told Allie to ditch that friendship between her and Niara Washington a million times. And now look. Her shady daughter is hooking up with both our boys. Nicky will drop her eventually when he gets bored, but RJ? If he’s in love, then he’s in love. I hope she’s not his curse.

Remy: I doubt it. He’s not in love. It’s pure lust. I gave him an ultimatum, Nico. I told him I’d take everything away from him- everything- if he keeps up a relationship with her. I won’t be disobeyed either. 

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Jarrod, Niara and Diosa Washington. 

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Allison sensed a nervousness in her best friend. Even from the moment Niara had opened the door for her, Nia had been jumpy and skittish. Allison couldn’t quite place what it was, but she decided to wait until Niara opened up. Jarrod Washington was out, but his presence seemed to loom over Niara as she continuously mentioned him. 

Niara: I’m sure he’ll be fine. He does like for it to be the two of us here. But we’re leaving for Monte Vista in a few days, and he’ll have me all to himself. Of course you’re welcome to stay while we’re gone.

Allison: I can’t believe you cut your hair, Nia. It looks so pretty, but I know how much you loved your long curls.

Niara: Jarrod likes me with short hair. He says he can see more of my face with shorter hair.

Allison softly: Oh. I guess that’s true. Niara...are you happy? To have left Zeke? And the kids? Is Jarrod worth it?

Niara looks down at her feet. 

Niara: He’s very worth it. He gives me everything and anything I want, Allison. He lives for me.  Anyway, I have so much to tell you about Zeke. you were napping so I didn’t get a chance. I actually have quite a few things I want to tell you, Allie.

Allison: I have so much to share with you too. Unbelievable stuff. We haven’t talked in so long.

Niara: We can catch up soon. For now, let’s enjoy this peaceful view.