#yes i found her on grindr

[queerwhohatesithere]

y’all there’s a cute trans girl who thinks IM cute and she lives near me and she wants to fuck i’m winning rn

[genderqueerdykes]

14 year old transgender girl Pauly Likens was unjustly robbed of her life due to trans panic between the dates of June 22nd and July 3rd, 2024. say her name.

i have seen only one or two posts about this, but none of them include her name and it sickens me. Her name is Pauly Likens, a 14 year old transgender girl from Sharon, Pennsylvania who met up with a 29 year old man whom she met on Grindr who was brutally murdered and her body was dismembered because she was a trans girl. she went missing on June 22nd, and her dismembered body was found on July 3rd, 2024. her body was DISMEMBERED and thrown into a river. she was not only murdered but BRUTALLY murdered. she was 14 years old. 14. she couldn't even legally drive yet in the united states. she just barely graduated elementary school.

her mother is fighting for her case to be processed and acknowledged as a hate crime. i am disgusted to find out that my home state of Pennsylvania only considers racial discrimination as real discrimination that can be persecuted by law. gender identities and sexual orientations are not considered at all. lawyers and government officials are also trying to deny that it was a hate crime, because her murderer was a self admitted gay man. i don't care what type of queer you are: there is never an excuse to lay hands on a transgender person just because you don't like how they identify.

this is utterly sickening. to say this wasn't a hate crime is living in denial. i don't care if her murderer was gay. he's a murderer who had a clearly charged reason for doing this. he stole a life from a young transgender girl for no reason other than she identified in a way he didn't like. he's not dangerous because he's gay, nor is he exempt from being transphobic. his sexuality had nothing to do with this. not only was this man a dangerous transphobe, but a predator. a 29 year old man willingly met up with a 14 year old child. this man is dangerous for reasons that have nothing to do with his sexuality. he's a transphobic child predator. he deserves no sympathy or to get off scott free just because he's gay. he willingly met up with Pauly. she didn't force him to do anything. she was a child, and he is an adult.

please say her name. while talking about the dangers of Grindr and how minors should not use it, please include her name. yes Grindr is an extremely dangerous platform for trans women, men, and trans people in general, but that shouldn't be the focus of your conversation about her. don't use her death as a platform to discuss how fucked up grindr is without acknowledging who she was as a person. don't just make her another statistic on a page. she was a real person, a child, who was robbed of her life, and robbed from her community. she is not just another number in a long list of trans panic murders. her life meant something. say her name. fight like hell for Pennsylvania to acknowledge that her death WAS a hate crime. their archaic outdated laws need updating.

her family has a GoFundMe to give her a proper burial, please consider donating or spreading the word about it:

here is a news article that genders her correctly where you can read more about what happened:

rest in power, Pauly Likens, we miss you. you are loved. we will fight like hell for you and your family. remember her.

[octuscle]

I'm on a flight to Tokyo, and I'm definitely going to stand out amongst the locals... what should I do?

I always have the greatest respect for visits to Asian countries myself. So it's more than natural that you need support. I myself have had very good experiences with a preset that I am sending you. I recommend that you activate the preset as soon as possible, the transformation is set to last 12 hours.

Okay, it's exemplary that you had your cell phone in flight mode, so the message only reaches you after the plane is already on the tarmac on its way to the terminal. With your seatbelt still fastened, you activate the default setting. After the first few seconds, the first effect becomes apparent. The tension is gone. This is not the first time you have landed in Haneda. Only tourists and fools jump up and open the luggage compartments before the seatbelt signs have gone out. You are disciplined. Discipline is the only way to survive a juggernaut like Tokyo. You know that. The idiots around you don't.

You say goodbye to the person sitting next to you. You say goodbye to the flight crew when you leave the plane. In broken Japanese. You struggle with the language. Even though you've been learning it for over a year. At least you recognize a few of the characters at the airport. At least you can understand fragments of the conversations around you. And you know your way around the airport. Even if you're not the first to jump on, you're one of the first at the baggage carousel. It pays to have a Japanese ID card. Wait a minute! A Japanese ID card? Sure, you've been living here for years. Tokyo is your second home. Naturalization was only logical. You have a Japanese great-grandmother. That made it easier. You inherited your black hair from her.

You look at the people with the big suitcases with pity. They're either going to waste a fortune on cabs now. Or they'll have real problems on the train during rush hour. You've packed efficiently. And your advantage is that you stand out from the crowd. 190 cm… That makes you a giant in Japan. And a colossus at 120 kg. When you finally take the steps from the subway into the open air, the default setting has already been active for three hours. You walk the last few meters to your hotel. It's so nice to be back here. Yes, you actually live in London. But you spend as much time as you can in Tokyo for business and pleasure. For years now. You speak the language very well, you're up to date with all the fashions and gossip. And a regular guest here at the hotel. The concierge addresses you by name. You greet him back by name. Nevertheless, you exchange business cards. Tradition is tradition. The building trembles. A slight earthquake.You don't know how many earthquakes this is in your life. It's not even worth mentioning in your conversation.

Now a quick bowl of noodle soup. And then to the gym. You've spent too much time motionless on the plane and in the subway. You need action now. The feeling that your body has given its last. And then a hot bath and a massage. Your buddy at reception has already arranged everything. You just quickly take your luggage upstairs and get changed. And then you run down the stairs to the gym. The earth has just shaken a little again. The last thing you need now is to get stuck in the elevator.

Two hours later, when Atsushi presses his elbows into your back, all is right with the world again. Atsushi is a master of his trade. And you've known each other for ages. In fact, you played baseball in the same club as children before you moved to Europe with your parents. It was a real coincidence when you found each other on one of your visits here on Grindr. It's one of the biggest and hardest reasons why you're staying here at the hotel. Rarely have you experienced a better masseur who is both good for your back and offers a first-class happy ending. He stands behind you and massages your neck. And his hard-on sticks out in front of your face. Shit, if he doesn't suck you off right away, you'll cum without him laying a hand on you.

You two spend the evening at karaoke. Unfortunately, Asushi can't stay in your hotel room tonight. But he will take you upstairs. And you fuck him as a thank you. Asushi thanks you with a deep kiss goodbye. He says that your education in Europe has paid off. Nobody fucks like real Japanese men who learned to fuck in Paris. You grin. Well. An almost real Japanese man. Your one grandmother was English. You owe your blue eyes to her.

Get up, go to the gym, take a hot bath. That's how your next morning starts. Not easy with the jet lag. But you have to get back into the rhythm of the city of your ancestors quickly. The first meeting is at 07:30. Time is money. And life in Tokyo is not cheap. "それで、侍よ？よく眠れましたか？" Asushi sent a picture of his morning wood. You return the favor with a selfie, freshly showered. "よく眠れたよ！しかし、私には硬いものと柔らかいものがある。疲れ果てた夜に備えよ," you reply. "はい、侍よ！" You're looking forward to the end of the day!

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

So, Dan Howell, huh?

I went to the matinee performance of We’re All Doomed in Amsterdam with my friend Sammy. Originally, Sammy and I bought the cheapest balcony seats but the matinee didn’t sell as well as the evening show (which was fully sold out), so they closed the balcony completely and they moved us to row 8 from the stage, which was insane. We got an e-mail with the information, but on the day itself I led Sammy to our seats and I was shook when we passed so many other people. Later on we found out that we paid almost half the price from someone who’s on row 20. Woah.

Sammy and I went into this show with ZERO knowledge, entirely spoiler free. If you want that as well for your show, then stop reading here!

Some highlights, in no particular order:

When Dan appeared on stage with the elevator in the staircase, the person next to me said “wow, so boyband”

“Ik ben Dan!”

THE ENTIRE OPENING SONG I DID NOT SEE IT COMING.

He told us he invested our ticket sales into the lightning, but he also said he is losing money so “please buy a t-shirt” (I did not. I did not buy any merch.)

BUT I DID HAVE SOME “““MERCH”““ FRON ANNE @justgleekout WHO I MET THERE AND SHE HAS AMAZING BUTTONS AND CARDS AND IT WAS VERY NICE TO SEE HER AND SHE ALSO RECOGNISED SUNSHUNES’S ART CAUSE YES I HAVE A KLAINE BUTTON ON MY BAG.

Honestly the entire tech element was banging, although the sound was very high volume, but I loved the screen and the lights.

I have been told by @dnptheinfinity that this was probably scripted but the entire monologue that ended with Dan saying “I wanted to suck [Harry Style’s] cock” took me out because of the delivery of that line.

Dan, as any foreigner, kept mispronouncing stroopwafel to, idk, stroepwafful.

Not gonna lie, Dan, there was a missed opportunity. He talked about how orange made his stuff look like the pornhub logo and that Grindr should’ve sponsored it, and I was like “dude, you could’ve made such a good joke about how orange is the Dutch national colour”

Speaking of stroepwaffuls, he sort of kissed Ben during the bubbles (or bubbels, in Dutch, cause the box said bubbels) segment cause Ben arrived with a stroepwafful in his mouth and Dan took it from his mouth with his own. Then after he munched on his stroepwafful he mentioned that that was probably a HR violation. Not sure if it’s scripted, since Dan looked genuinely surprised when Ben came on stage with the cookie but @ evening people (hi Anne!) did this happen again?

Other Dutch stuff: Harry Styles (”ha suck it Taylor Swift fans, y’all weren’t swift enough”) and Dutch member of parliament Jesse Klaver have an affair where they suck on each other’s breasts and they have two kids: cactus and aubergine.

Other Dutch madlib: Phil is a cult member, operating from the HEMA basement. The tech person misspelled it as Hayma though.

One audience member yelled “dildo” when Dan asks what to buy in the HEMA. It didn’t end up being the madlib, but this was the awkward moment where I told Sammy that HEMA did recently partner with EasyToys, which is wild.

The audience was fun. Shout out to the person who without hesitation said they’d fuck Doug Bury Pillboy, whuch took Dan out.

Someone also yelled “furry” almost at the beginning of the show, after Dan first talks about Tony the Tiger and he was so taken aback by it and he started laughing. There were many moments where he’d just laugh, like when someone cheered for the polyamorous lesbian future!

When he took off his top and everyone cheered he yelled “I thought you were all lesbians? Bisexuals? Bisexuality isn’t real!”

The best audience moment is during the bubbles when he said “I am going to blow-” and the audience started cheering after “blow” so he couldn’t finish his sentence because of the cheers but also because he laughed for a solid 15 seconds when he realised that it is an unintentional blowjob joke.

OKAY another good one is when he asked whether he should be send to hell or heaven, aka fire or freedom, someone yelled “DAN IS NOT ON FIRE” and oh man, his face.

“I am unapologetically gay, maybe you’ve picked up on that during the show-” “ME TOO!” “Oh, hey, you too!”

There was also this older grandpa a few rows in front of me, but he genuinely seemed to enjoy it. He kept laughing at all the gay sex jokes.

There were so many gay sex jokes.

“I also feel safe when I am inside a bear.” bro

“It’s right. I am a cocksucker. Sorry, it’s rude to talk with my mouth full.”

He used the elevator for the beginning and the end of act 1, but for act two he just walked on stage with a chair and jumpscared the audience by saying “hi”, cause we were still in intermission. “Sit the fuck down. Thank you.” Lights went out. Show was back!

By the way, Sammy and I did not know there was going to be an interval. We were extremely unprepared. We thought the show would be, like, an hour or so, so at the act 1 end we thought “huh, this is a bold way to end a show”.

THE MASS BOOING WHEN DAN PUT J/K ROWLING ON SCREEN DURING THE JUDGING

Dan said he was reliving his Legally Blonde fantasy during that segment.

All the game segments were really fun.

And of course, the deep shit. I knew there was a deep shit segment, because Anthony Padilla said so in his interview (which is why the act 1 ending confused me so much). When he showed the emoji calendar so many people were shocked and saddened and one person loudly yelled “Jeezus!” and someone else shouted “Do you want a hug?”

Not gonna lie, when he said something among the lines of “Yes, death is inevitable, but you have to live first” I was like... dude.... DUDE... woah. He said a lot of good shit there in that segment, but that one stuck with me.

I didn’t know the show would end with a clipshow of happy moments and it was so fitting with Dan climbing up the stairs to get a better look at it 10/10 staging, Danny boi.

SOMEONE BROUGHT HIM TULIPS FOR THE FINAL BOW.

[originemesis]

Of course Sera would have never sanctioned a covert venture into the odious underbelly of pride's center city asphalt jungle for the sole purpose of finding and dispatching of some rancid demon scum playing dress-up with Adam's face. Not over a soulless piece of glass. No, no, let them make a prop out of his image. Let them make a joke out of his memory. Because now is the time to practice diplomacy. Right after the infernal filth has spit in the face of everything heaven stands for. After they've robbed her blind of her only place and purpose in this life. Now is the time to turn the other cheek.

Well, as it turns out, much of the newly appointed commander's capacity for giving a shit had died with Adam.

Tracking this ballsy fuck down hadn't been as great of a hassle as she had accounted for. Of course people are going to talk when the phantom of the man who'd terrorized their home for several centuries latches itself onto the same streets he'd painted red every new years eve.

After having tailed him through the city for the brunt of the evening she has found herself sat across from his LED lit visage, at the opposite side of a lengthy (and equally sticky) stretch of bar counter, observing him peck at a basket of something grease laden from underneath the hood of the voluminous cloak hiding her angelic features.

Ah, yes...yet another night in the rot pit known as hell spent half-sullen in some seedy dive bar after the show he was obligated to put on for the sake of a corporation that swore to him that the "v" as in Vees stood for the best thing ever-....though he was starting to question that after one too many dudes showed up on his doorstep thanks to that Grindr shit that Pinkie Pie made him and swore would rake him in piles of pussy. Maybe it was for the best though, he thought with the trio of space rocks hung in his chest like pills swallowed dry without a halo to holster them. Pussy always seemed to bring him trouble one way or another.

Hunched halfway over his paper tray of tendies and fries, he sighed, digging a talon in to spear a couple of fried spuds before coiling them up into his mouth display. A show was cathartic in a way, but it wouldn't distract him from the heavy feeling of being alone in a crowded room that smelled enough of questionable decisions and cum to make his skin itch under the hoodie he'd pulled on before traipsing out of the last gig directly in favor of finding somewhere to hole up for the night that wasn't with Mr. Mews for Views's arm snaked around his waist. Though it wasn't the best disguise, the mask being a trademark to his music making down in the shit slums, he'd pulled his hood up with its horn accommodating holes in the top and hunkered down at the far end of the bar to more or less stuff his face and watch two imps fight to give the bartender a blowie. Such had become the norm sight for him practically a year post-extermination that ended with him exterminated from heaven. Couldn't say he missed the meetings, but...he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing now? Clearly whatever it was involved being done with him since she'd stayed gone. Hadn't even made it out of the fiancé position before leaving him to drown in a ditch of his own blood- now that was some achievement, even for him.

It was only after another mouthful of misery-bound munching that he feels a twitch at the nape of his neck. Was someone...staring? Fallen angel or not, he still had his high degree of perception skills (mainly out of his usual wish of not having the other angels perceive him and his humanity displayed across his visage like a full-bodied scar) and it was clear to them that eyes of that not crowd-bound and rocking out were watching. When the screen of the phone Vox issued him lit up, he took the moment to try forget the fleeting feeling by flicking the face that popped up with his middle finger shortly before swiping at the screen to answer the call. "You seriously think I was in the bathroom this whole time? It's been like three hours, bruh- take a hint." He chirruped into the receiving end lying flat in an open talon and held unenthusiastically near his open-mouthed chewing, content for the moment. "I already got food. Can't hear me eating it? No... nuh-uh. Mmh..." Lips purse after he slides a glowing yellow tongue over them, and he flicks the phone again... for fun.

"Your download is past due again, Adam. And ANOTHER thing-...wait why's there an echo? Did you put me on speaker? Stop that."

Snort. "Oh no...krrzzzt...you're krzt! Krzzzzzt- breaking up! Krrrrzzzttttt!!"

"I'll break you up, you son of a bitch- get your ass back to home base NOW, or I will send out a search party-"

Click. One flick was all it took to quiet that mess down. Great, now he got to deal with the goonies. "Total Karen."

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 The Miracle of Living Pt.1 (Bianca Del Rio/BenDeLaCreme ig??) - Lita 

In this world we're just beginning  To understand the miracle of living

Hello everyone! Welcoe to the long-awaited prequel to the Bitney San Junipero AU that I technically started writing five years ago (???) but recently decided to try and breathe new life into and complete. In theory this can stand alone as its own story with a few vague references to Black Mirror future tech sprinkled in, but it's really just setup to the main fic that kind of got away from me. The story has gotten a complete overhaul, so if anyone from Ye Olden Days remembers it - please do stick around and read this new version, I promise it's better. 

Massive thank you to @veronicasanders for giving me the kick up the ass required to get this story back off the ground, throwing her ideas at me, and being my Google when it comes to divorce court and the American college system. Love you mom - I hope this story is everything you'd dreamed of <3

Summary: Bianca is twenty-one, flunking college, and - thanks to a night of drunk bad decision-making - she's pregnant with her gay best friend's baby. 

Los Angeles, California

 January 17th, 2022

“BEN!” 

Bianca’s furious voice rings out through the small apartment. She’s sitting on the toilet with her pajama pants and underwear around her ankles, willing the second blue line to disappear. If anything, it’s getting darker. 

“Uh…yeah?” The reply comes from the other side of the bathroom door.  

“I thought you said you wore a fucking condom!”

“I did!” Ben protests. Then, meek and cautious: “...It might have split.” 

“It might have what?”

Two and a half months ago, Bianca and Ben had gone out drinking to commiserate the ends of their respective relationships - Ben had found out about his long-term boyfriend’s secret Grindr profile and dumped him, then Bianca’s longest-lasting FWB had called it quits with her less than a week later. When they got home, drunk and dumb and miserable, they’d started making out with each other on the couch - as a joke, just for something to do. And then, since they were shitfaced and apparently didn’t know any better, one ‘joke’ led to another, and they’d woken up naked in Ben’s bed. They had laughed it off the morning after, hunched at the kitchen table over alka-seltzer and black coffee - too much liquor, too many emotions. Shit happens. 

And then tonight, Bianca had mentioned offhand that she was incredibly overdue her period, and suggested going out to buy a test half as a joke. Ben had gone along with it a little too willingly, and he’d been overly-energised and super fucking weird on the walk to the drugstore. Really, Bianca should have known something was up when he detoured via the liquor store across the street, and came back with two bottles of tequila. 

“Ben, are you fucking kidding me?” Bianca says through her teeth. 

“I was gonna tell you,” Ben replies, sounding flustered. “Is the door locked? Can I come in?”

Bianca wants to say no, but it was Ben’s curiosity about her vagina that got them here in the first place, so who cares about whether or not he sees her now? She reaches over to turn the lock. Ben shuffles into the room in his leopard-print boxers and an oversized pajama shirt, and perches on the edge of the bathtub, looking at the floor. 

Part of Bianca wants to burst into tears - another part of her wants to scream until she throws up. Not now. Not fucking now - not like this. She’s twenty-one; Bianca doesn’t even know that she wants a goddamn kid at all, forget about one fathered by her gay best friend. 

“Look, I didn’t notice until after we were done. And I didn’t want to freak you out - I figured it would probably be nothing, and then there was never a good time, and then you told me you were late and I…” 

“You’re a faggot, we were hammered, we fucked because we thought it would be funny - if you knew that there was any chance whatsoever that you’d knocked me up, you should have fucking told me!” Bianca snarls through gritted teeth. 

Ben doesn’t say anything for a moment. He doesn’t really react either. He just sits there and looks at her; composed, taking it in. 

Bianca met Ben at a theater summer camp when they were sixteen. Ben had just moved from Seattle; he was about to start junior year at the private school across town. They led fundamentally different lives - Bianca had found herself seethingly jealous of him and his cakewalk of a fucking existence when she first met him, resolved that she had no other choice but to hate him on premise. But they’d been assigned as duet partners for the end-of-summer showcase and, faced with no other choice but to get along with him, she’d discovered that they were fucking made for each other. Ben didn’t mind that Bianca was kind of a bitch; he laughed at her jokes, he seemed to understand her. All three qualities she’d never experienced from other kids her age. One juvenile performance of Waltz for Eva and Che later, and she’d found an apparent friend for life. 

And then, once high school drew to a close and Bianca was confronted head-on with the unblinking abyss of her future and its hopelessness, he’d offered her an exit route. He was freaked out by the idea of sharing a dorm with a stranger, so his dad had eventually relented after months of begging to privately rent an apartment - he just needed a roommate. She’d never expected that that offer would land her here. 

“So, you’re pregnant?” He asks cautiously. 

“Yeah - no shit, Sherlock.”

“Do you think you should take another one? To make sure or whatever?” Ben asks. Bianca presses the heel of her hand to her temple, still not breaking eye contact with the pregnancy test. 

“Nope - that looks pretty positive to me,” Bianca shows it to him, wiping the mist of stress-sweat from her brow. Ben pulls a vaguely disgusted face. There’s a moment of pause - Bianca bites her lip, struggling to make sense of the messy cocktail of emotions swirling around inside her head. 

“Are you okay?” Ben tries to take Bianca’s hand. It feels weirdly violating to have someone touching her while she’s sitting on the toilet. She swats him away. 

“I think so. I need a little time to get my head around…everything.” Bianca grits her teeth. 

All the scary new problems are dawning on her all at once, like she’s being descended on by a swarm of wasps. College. How to tell her parents. Hospital bills. College again. The apartment is too small for another person. She’ll probably be a shitty mother. Ben. Ben’s pending status as an absent father. She’s never changed a diaper before. College. Fucking college.  

She’s currently scraping through year number four of her two-year community college program. Which, as it turns out, only takes two years if you aren’t working full-time to try and keep yourself fed and housed. Ben’s impending graduation from USC - full ride for a screenwriting major, family that gave a shit about him - made that feel even more grim.  

This whole convoluted, stupid journey to something better had felt both never-ending and deeply hopeless for the last thirty-six months, and now the whole endeavor is decisively fucked. Even if she does make it to that prophesied something better - enough credits to earn her a spot in the fashion merchandising major she’d been declined acceptance to straight out of high school - there’s no way she can handle real college with a fucking screaming infant permanently attached to her. She can feel the dream crumbling in her hands.  

Bianca makes a silent resolution that she’s not putting her own kid - who still feels very much like a hypothetical even though it very much isn’t - through the same shit. You’re eighteen now, you’re not our problem any more. It really didn’t help that every screaming argument with her mom in the leadup to her high school graduation had been silently spectated by her brother - in all his uneducated, unemployed, twenty-seven year old glory - from his position fossilized into the living room couch with his PlayStation controller in his hand. We’re not paying for you to stay in this house and fuck your life up - why her specifically? 

Her desire not to be their problem had trailed her from NOLA to LA with Ben, and that was its own issue. She leaves on her terms and she’s abandoning her family, even though it was their sharp insistence that she got a job or an apartment or fucking something else that didn’t involve her living at home and taking up too much space that had pushed her in that direction in the first place. What the fuck was there for her at home anyway? Community college and shitty waitressing jobs? At least she could do the same shit against a prettier backdrop on the other side of the country. 

Bianca realizes she’s staring dementedly at the test in her hand again. She sniffs, trying to blink away tears she hadn’t noticed forming.

“I really didn’t see being a single mom in my life plan,” she mutters - thinking out loud.

Except she had. In her bleaker moments - the ones in which she was seventeen and terrified of what would happen if she never got out of her hometown. She hadn’t had that nightmare since she and Ben had packed his car and left at the beginning of September four years ago. 

“Who says you have to be a single mom?” Ben tilts his head, reaching a hand out for her again. 

Bianca scoffs. 

“What? No- Ben, I really don’t want to date you - one night was bad enough.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. But like…if you’re gonna go through with this, I’m not just leaving you by yourself to do it. Both of us did something dumb, and now we’re here - so, both of us should have to parent the consequence.” 

There’s a quiet, sympathetic smile on Ben’s face. Bianca still wants to fucking kill him. She eyes him up, searching for any hints of deception or fake-niceness. Surprisingly, he passes the on-the-spot analysis. 

“You’re just saying that so I stop being mad at you.”

“No! Anyway, I can’t let you raise it by yourself - I love you, but the world really, really doesn’t need two of you.”

“Ha-ha, go suck a dick,” Bianca rolls her eyes. She can’t help but crack a smile. 

“If this is what happens when I try to go outside my comfort zone, then yeah, that’s what I’m sticking to.”  

****

2nd May, 2022

“That was less excruciating than I thought it would be,” Bianca arches her back as she perches on the edge of the bed, stretching out. Her hair is still elaborately styled; what little of her makeup had survived the day still on her face.

She’d abandoned her dress on the floor the second that they got to their hotel room. She’s basically naked, which Ben seems perplexingly unbothered by; married, heterosexual life seems to have changed him quicker than she thought it would. It’s a relief, finally being alone with him. She’d have preferred to actually be alone, but after a day of forced smiles and overwhelm, he was better than nothing. 

“Absolutely,” Ben nods, sitting down to untie his shoes. He’s still wearing his tux - his black curls are coiffed back from his face, and he’d almost pass for straight, were it not for his meticulously groomed eyebrows. “I mean, I could have done with maybe seventy percent less beer and sports talk from your dad - I was starting to think he was onto me.” 

“I thought everyone knew there’s no home runs in football - that’s not a gay thing, you’re just dumb.” 

The shotgun wedding hadn’t really been a part of the plan, but after Bianca’s mom had found out that she was pregnant, and then proceeded to call her non-stop for weeks in order to berate her for bringing shame on the family like it was the fucking 1800s, Ben had suggested it. Her mother’s bizarre and endlessly changing standards of behavior continue to baffle Bianca.  

The decision to go ahead with it seemed a bit weird, but ‘weird’ had become a default preset of Bianca’s existence since January. Ben had thrown himself into the organization with immediate, over-the-top passion - opening up Pinterest and starting on the moodboard five minutes after Bianca had agreed to it. It had kept him entertained and out of the way, which was nice - he’d already started reading parenting books, and was being a little overbearing about prenatal vitamins and whether or not Bianca had made her birth plan yet. 

Outside of picking out her dress, Bianca hadn’t really had to do or think about anything. Marrying a gay man had its perks. She’d had a brief reprieve from Ben’s preemptive helicopter parenting, which gave her more energy to focus on finding bigger apartments, since otherwise the kid would be sleeping in the closet, and trying to convince her job that no, four weeks definitely wasn’t enough maternity leave. 

The wedding day had been quietly excruciating - her family, her mom specifically, engaging in that grim unspoken facade of keeping up appearances. Pretending that everything was completely fine and normal, denying any knowledge of Bianca’s pregnancy when asked about it. It would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so fucking normal for her. The atmosphere had been thorny, and Bianca had spent most of the day choking back alcohol-free prosecco and waiting for it to be over. 

Ben’s family - who seemed confused but generally enthusiastic about the whole ordeal, probably only half-buying Ben’s assertion that he was actually bi and Bianca was definitely the one - seemed to like Bianca though, and that was refreshing. Some kind of normalcy in As Yet Unnamed Kid’s extended family was deeply necessary. They, and Ben himself, had been the only bearable part of the whole thing. Plus they’d fronted most of the expenses and organized the reception at their country club, which was a damn sight better than the social hall of the church that Bea’s family pretended to attend. 

“Anyway, I’ve got proof that we’ve fucked at least once, so I don’t think anyone was super suspicious,” Ben continues as Bianca flops back onto the plush bed, letting out a heavy sigh. “How is she doing?” 

“She’s fine - she let Mommy keep all of her food down today, so that’s something,” Bianca says. 

She’s kind of starting to show now; although just to the point where she looks spectacularly bloated, rather than recognisably pregnant. They didn’t actually know what gender she was yet - but Bea had a feeling. Maybe it was more of a hope, actually; if it was a boy, Ben got to pick the name, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about calling it Raphael. 

The kid had been a little bitch recently - whenever Bianca tried to complain about it, Ben would just laugh and remind her that she clearly took after her mom. After a lot of smugness about how she’d not had morning sickness at all, it hit her like a truck for some reason the moment she hit her second trimester. She’d spent the better part of the month before the wedding bent over a toilet bowl. Bianca is already pretty fucking sick of being pregnant, and she’s not even halfway done - she’s always tired, and her boobs hurt, and she misses comfortable sleep and coffee. She thought that nine months with no booze would be the hard part, but dragging herself through life without caffeine is proving to be the real kicker. 

“This is weird,” Bianca muses, staring up at the ceiling.  

“What’s weird?” Ben turns to look at her, eyes landing on and then immediately flashing away from her exposed tits.  

“Try and think about it for like, slightly longer than you wanna think about it. You’re my husband, and I’m pregnant with your kid,” she says plainly. “In what universe was that ever something either of us would have wanted a year ago?" 

“Okay, so maybe you’re kind of messy and annoying, and you talk with your mouth full like, all the time and it’s really gross, but I can think of worse people to spend the rest of my life with,” he shrugs. Bianca swats at him with a pillow. 

“Thanks a lot.” She aims for pissed, but a smile cracks its way through. “Anyway, it’s not the rest of our lives - play pretend for a few years, then split up and go and live our truths or whatever once she moves out, like we agreed,” Bianca says. Ben nods knowingly.  

That was another aspect of things that she was a little hesitant about. Ben had meant what he said about sticking around and raising the kid, but they’d always planned for something more like coparenting. They’d have the baby, and then grow the fuck up and get their own relationships and apartments and lives while splitting custody. 

So, the sham marriage thing had interfered with that master plan quite a fucking lot. The situation had divulged into a years-long commitment to lying to people - no dating, since what was gonna happen when the kid started talking and blabbed to whatever set of grandparents about Daddy’s boyfriend? They were gonna be stuck living together for the foreseeable. So, even more keeping up of fucking appearances, which Bianca can’t stand doing it. But the ring on her finger is a glaring, expensive sign that she’s already committed.  

They’d talked about it already; pretend to everyone, including the kid, that everything was entirely fine and normal until she was old enough to understand it, get a divorce in about eighteen years, and go their separate ways while continuing to be friends if they could still stand the sight of each other. Easy. 

“Thinking about it like that just makes it sound worse,” Ben leans back to lie next to her, loosening his tie. “It’s gonna be fine. One step at a time.”

“Sure,” Bianca replies, distant. 

“I mean,” Ben rolls over onto his side, lowering his eyelids into an expression that Bianca imagines is supposed to be seductive. “It is our wedding night - how about round two?”

“Ew - no, never.” Bianca cracks a smile, pushing him away. Ben laughs. 

“Thank god, I barely got through saying that without puking.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt and glancing around the expansive bridal suite - still a mess from Bea getting ready that morning. “Do you want me to take the couch?”  

Bianca thinks for a second.

“Nah - that doesn't feel fair. I’ve been averaging getting up to pee about ten times a night though, so you can look forward to that.” She looks down at her belly, putting both hands around her barely-noticeable bump. “I hope you know you’re already a gigantic pain in my ass, baby.”  

****

September 29th, 2022  

Ben had left to go and get coffee - which is probably a good thing, since Bianca was getting tired of looking at him. He’d been…way too intensely supportive, to an extent that she’d found a little smothering. But at least he’d been there. Throughout the last nine months, Bianca had been worried that he was eventually going to get sick of her shit and leave her to deal with it by herself. She’d given him no shortage of shit to get sick of. 

The epidural hasn’t quite worn off yet; Bianca has no idea what sort of state her pussy is in, and she’s not sure she wants to know. She’s sweaty and exhausted, but she feels…good. For some reason. 

Her water had broken that morning. Ben had been at work - fatherhood looming over him and in desperate need of something more secure than his old three shifts a week at TGI Fridays, he’d picked up a job doing data entry or some other boring crap in an office full of middle-aged straight women about two months ago. Apparently it had been hilarious to watch his reputation as the super fun token gay guy shatter in real time when he’d announced to his boss in front of most of his coworkers that he had to leave because his wife had just gone into labor. 

Yeah, he’d been fucking insufferable with the constant ‘you’re doing amazing’s, but he was trying his best. Bea couldn’t exactly be mad at him - he’d just put up with eight hours of her screaming bloody murder and telling everyone who came near her to go fuck themselves. And she’s pretty sure she’d been gripping his hand so tightly she came close to breaking a couple of his fingers. 

The room is quiet now. It’s bliss, compared to the chaos of the last few hours - the mad rush of doctors and nurses and blood and sweat and swearing. It’s getting dark outside, the glow of the city lights flickering through the thin curtains. There’s a plastic crib next to Bianca’s bed, with a pink label on its side. Adore Del Rio, 6lbs 3oz. 

No matter how disgusting and tiring her day has been - and it was really tiring, and really, really fucking disgusting - a sense of enormous, beautiful calm had washed over Bianca when she held her daughter for the first time. Her daughter. 

She’d never felt anything like this before, looking down at the tiny, squishy, pink bundle in her arms. She’s asleep now, wrapped in a blanket and held to Bea’s bare chest. She’s so…little, and so delicate, Bianca thinks as Adore - her fucking daughter - wriggles and murmurs, reaching up for her with one perfect, miniature hand. The delicate curls of her wispy brown hair, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as Bianca holds her close - she can’t believe that she fucking made her. She’s so perfect, and so goddamn fucking small - and Bianca feels both blissfully zen, and absolutely ready to tear anybody who tries to take Adore away from her limb from limb. 

She’s barely been here for an hour, and Bianca loves her more than she’s ever loved anything else before. 

*****

March 18th, 2041

“Did you finish your homework last night?”

“Yes.” Adore, lacking in any semblance of enthusiasm, grunts from the kitchen table; pulling out one of her earbuds and looking at Bianca with a mix of indignation and fury.   

“Then how come I’m getting emails from the school - again - about you not turning it in?” Bianca places the last clean plate on the dishrack and turns around, leaning against the counter and drying her wet hands on the ass of her jeans. That fails to elicit any form of response from her asshole teenager, and she tries again. “Come the fuck on, Dorey- it’s like you don’t even want to graduate.”

“Maybe I don’t?” She tilts her head, shit-eating grin on her face. That was a deliberate attempt at pissing her off - Bianca has gotten pretty good in recent years at telling those apart from Adore pissing her off without meaning to, and she tries not to let it. Even if her blood is already quietly simmering. 

“Oh, you absolutely do if you wanna keep living in this house-”

“Leave her alone, Bea.” Ben laughs, sitting opposite from Adore, as he looks up from the article he’s reading on his tablet. 

He only got home from work about an hour ago - most of Bianca’s days off fall on weekdays, so she’s been at home all day, doing pretty much nothing of note until Adore got home from school. They’d had a minor screaming match about the state of Adore’s room - Bianca had threatened to withhold phone privileges and her car keys until Adore relented, threw out the fifteen water bottles she’d been accumulating on her nightstand, and hid the rest of her mess in the closet. Fuck it, good enough. 

They only seemed to either argue or ignore each other when Ben wasn’t home which was…just fucking great. It made Bianca feel totally awesome about herself. But Ben is back, order has been restored, and Bianca is cleaning up after dinner like nothing had happened. 

“Whose side are you on?” Bianca replies, faux-shocked. “Fucking traitor.” 

“Clearly mine, because I’m his favorite,” Adore smirks. You don’t know the fucking half of it, Dorey. 

Bianca isn’t saying anything, but the way that Adore is looking at her tells her that she probably still looks mad. This recurring point of tension is getting several million miles up Bianca’s ass. 

Adore’s latest thing, with her last months of high school on horizon, has been threatening not to go to college. She’d gotten her applications in by some fucking miracle, and by even further fucking miracle had been accepted for a songwriting major at some prestigious music school that Bianca couldn’t remember the name of - and was now adamant that she wasn’t going, in favour of driving around the country with the ‘band’ that her and her dumbass friends had formed last summer, playing gigs in basements and doing god-knows what else. 

Bianca feels like she knows on some level that this is all talk; of course Adore is gonna graduate and go, she’s not stupid. But she’s been in the midst of a prolonged rebellious phase since she was about thirteen. Every time they fight about it, Bianca wants to shake Adore and tell her you’re gonna fucking do this because I couldn’t, stop being fucking ungrateful - but her failed aspirations aren’t Adore’s fault. 

It just annoys her. Adore, in every possible way, has had an easier life than Bianca ever did and she struggles not to hate her for it. Her future is available to her on a silver goddamn platter, she’s looking for reasons to not take it, and for fucking what? Being cool? 

Ben, against what had seemed like all odds when they were in their twenties, had really fallen upwards from the joint error that had changed the trajectory of both of their lives. That first ‘pay the bills’ office job doing whatever-the-fuck had unlocked Ben’s secret talent for playing corporate ball, and a little less than eighteen years later he was the CFO of an LGBT charity, and making what Bianca deemed to be a fucking stupid amount of money. Enough to afford their too-nice house in a too-nice neighborhood in West LA, and Adore’s too-nice performing arts high school. 

Bianca had climbed about as far up the ladder as she’d been able to, but given that she was a college dropout with no real experience in anything else, the depressing non-failure of retail store management was about the best she could manage. It wore her down; the feeling of uselessness and guilt as she inhabited this existence that felt a million miles above her means. 

“This is insane - have you guys read about this new Cookie Heaven thing they’re trialing?” Ben looks up again, breaking the frosty silence - Bianca disinterestedly flicking through her phone, Adore disinterestedly pretending to finish her homework. “Guys?” 

Ben had been bizarrely fixated on this emergent technology for the last year or so - some shit about consciousness transfers and virtual afterlifes that Bianca didn’t understand and didn’t care to. It made her skin crawl, not that she had any idea why. Truly, the rate at which Cookies as a principle had been developed, outlawed, un-outlawed, given rights, made illegal again but only in certain situations - it felt like it dominated the news, and with every possible turn it got weirder. Their trajectory had felt like trying to find a point for something that had been invented pointlessly. Criminal justice, entertainment, smart home tech, medical advances, god knows what else - Bianca just thought they were a bit macabre. 

“Nope, don’t want to. It’s creepy.” Bianca shudders, kicking off the process of shutting him up about it before he talks about it too much and gets under her skin. “Is this like that chick who died in that AR art thing at Burning Man and got stuck in the Cloud? Because that freaked me the fuck out.”

“Why? I think it’s really nice. According to this, they’ve been successful with people who’ve been uploaded prior to death, so now they’re looking at trialing it for long-term coma patients, end-of-life care, people with Alzheimer’s - it could be really promising.”

“Absolutely not - when I die, let me rest in fucking peace.” Bianca pulls a face.  “Don't throw some gross little computer clone of me into a weird simulation and force me to live forever - it’s weird. I don’t like it." 

“Bianca, Cookies aren’t just computers-” 

“It’s messed up.”

Adore shuffles uncomfortably in her seat, pushing her earbuds in further. Bianca half-watches her, pursing her lips. 

“I think it’s sweet. It says in the article that if this trial thing works, then they’re going to look at options for letting family members visit,” Ben says a little wistfully. 

“Ah.” It takes a moment of thought, but Bianca feels like an asshole. 

“Look, I just think that if something like that had been around thirty years ago, it would have been…” he stops, not sure how to finish his sentence. Ben’s mom died when he was ten, and that tragedy has been underpinning Adore’s entire adolescence; his constant anxiety over something happening to himself or Bianca, not wanting his daughter to have to suffer through the same lifelong, unshifting grief. “Think about Adore-”

“Yeah - maybe think about me enough to not have this conversation right in fucking front of me?” Adore bolts to her feet, her hands clasped at her sides. Her eyes look moist. Bianca half-opens her mouth, trying to say something, but no words make their way out. “This is freaking me out - stop it!”

She scrubs at her eyes furiously with a balled fist, storming out of the room and letting the door swing shut behind her with a thud. 

“Dorey-” Ben calls out weakly after her. 

“What the fuck was that?” Bianca walks around the table, slumping down into the seat Adore had just been occupying. She hears Adore’s bedroom door slam from upstairs. 

“I dunno - I guess that got a little heavy? I mean, who wants to sit around and listen to their parents talking about what’s gonna happen when they die?” Ben looks uncomfortable, chewing at his bottom lip. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”  

“Yeah,” Bianca replies distantly, not really listening. 

“I do mean it, though.” Ben says, leaning across the table - looking past Bianca’s folded arms and frosty expression. “If I’d had some way to still talk to my mom - even if it wasn’t fully real, even if it was just a simulation - I’d have wanted that. And I don’t think it’s fair that we should stop Adore from having that chance.”

“What, so I have to commit to being alive forever even when I don’t want to, for her benefit? I don’t think she even likes me anymore, Ben - she wouldn’t care.” Bianca sounds more morose than she wants to, but it’s true. She loves Adore, but god knows the kid is going out of her way to make that difficult. 

“Believe me, she would.” Ben looks at her a little too seriously. “I’m just saying I think we should look into it.” 

“Look into it all you want - I’m not doing it.” 

“Seriously, Bea-” Ben is looking at her with puppy eyes and it’s making her feel nauseous. “For Adore?”

There’s loud music blasting upstairs, and Bianca is wondering if it’s Adore picking up an old habit of putting her speakers on when she’s crying, so that nobody can hear her. She wants to go and check on her, but she’s glaringly aware that any interference from her is perceived as a pending attack by Adore right now - how powerless she feels hurts. Bianca looks at the floor, picking at her cuticles. 

 “Fine.”

*****

August 4th, 2042

“So, I’m sure this isn’t gonna come as a shock to you, but your dad and I got a divorce.” 

Adore’s eyes practically pop out of her head as she spits her coffee out. More of it gets on Bianca’s face than she would have liked. 

“What?” 

“I don’t think I left much room for interpretation there, Dorey,” Bianca grimaces, wiping secondhand iced latte off of her cheek with a napkin. 

“Yeah, okay, whatever. Why the fuck did you get a divorce?” Adore looks sullen. Almost angry, actually. 

Regardless of how different they’d seemed to become as she’d grown up, every so often Bianca was hit with a very, very strong reminder that Adore was her mother’s daughter. Calm and rational, per fucking usual. 

She’d debated back and forth with Ben about who should tell her. They’d been dancing around the subject since June, when Adore had first come home for summer; practically rehearsing the conversation. Eventually they’d settled on Bianca - Ben had admitted himself that Bianca’s at times abrasive directness was the way forward. Adore didn’t hold well with people pussyfooting around her, and Ben was always a little too delicate with her feelings. He’d been the ideal Good Cop to Bianca’s bad one when Adore was little - but she was nineteen now, had moved out almost a year ago, and was as close to a real adult as she was realistically ever gonna be. She needed someone to be straight with her. And, well, out of the two of them, Bianca was probably the closest thing to straight. Even after nearly twenty years of marriage. 

The split itself had been more than amicable, since years of planning had gone into it. The only slight point of contention had been, in the process of unpicking and rewriting both of their advanced directives, Ben had been pretty insistent on her keeping the part about San June-whatever-the-fuck - that weird Cookie Heaven thing which she’d hoped would just be a passing fad when Ben brought it up last spring, but had only gained more traction and more apparent success. 

She’d tried to reason with him about Adore being a grown-up now, and how she’d made it through the last year without shuffling off this mortal coil, and so their respective deaths were probably a far-future issue that they shouldn’t be so worried about right now, but it hadn’t flown. Bianca had spent long enough in lawyers’ offices debating bullshit to have any useful argument left in her. She’d thought the divorce process would be less of a nightmare since it was agreed upon by both parties prior to the fucking wedding, but apparently she’d thought wrong.

“Because we…” Bianca sighs, facepalming. Adore has tears in her eyes. Shit, she really hadn’t been expecting this. “Because he’s gay, Adore.” 

Adore’s eyes pop again. Bianca clamps a hand over her mouth before she gets a chance to cover her in overpriced coffee again. 

“Daddy’s gay?” Adore blurts out as soon as she manages to swallow. 

“Duh?” That just tumbles out of Bianca’s mouth without any real thought. “Are you really telling me that you never suspected anything?” 

“No? I thought he was just like…I dunno, really into theater. Did you just find out? Holy shit, are you okay?” Adore reaches for Bianca’s hand a little frantically. Bianca laughs, shaking her head. 

“Nope - I’ve always known. Dorey, I…” she sighs again, realizing how ridiculous this sounds. “Listen, when a gay man and a bisexual live together, and they get really, really drunk this one time…” 

“Ohmigod, you’re bi?” 

How unobservant is this fucking kid? 

“Yeah - surprise. Now you know why we were so fucking chill about it when you cut all your hair off and started begging for a pair of Doc Martens when you were twelve,” Bianca says, chuckling. 

A confused look washes over Adore’s face. “But I…you always seemed so in love.”

“We decided we were gonna get married and pretend to be normal so that we didn’t fuck you up,” Bianca shrugs. “Which clearly worked super well.” 

Adore cracks a smile. It feels good to see her smile. 

Since Adore moved out for college - miracle of fucking miracles - the rift between them that her teenage years had created seemed to fill itself in. Bianca felt closer to her; felt the warmth of her love without hesitation or denial for the first time in years. She was like a different person. Happy - blossoming into herself. She’d started posting her music on social media, and was getting enough buzz to land gigs here and there. And she hadn’t just stopped pushing Bianca away, but had started actively reaching out for her. She called her at least once every couple of days because she missed her; messaged her constantly. Just frivolous little updates about her days, or pictures of dogs that she’d seen - silly little shit. But it felt good. 

She’d worried that it wouldn’t last. But Adore had come home for summer, and as it trailed to an end, there’d been no second coming of their years-long bitch-feud. Everything had been fucking glorious. 

“Boo, you’re mean,” Adore says playfully. 

“For the record, we were good at faking being in love because we both love you,” Bianca says, reaching out to take Adore’s hand. She’s bitten off two of her acrylics again - Bianca is a little suspicious about which two exactly, and briefly debates calling her out for it. Whatever - she’s an adult, she can do what she wants. But Bianca is taking her to get a manicure once they get done oversharing in the middle of this cafe, because it looks like shit. “That’s not gonna change. But you’re probably gonna end up with stepparents.” 

Adore looks down. She’s always done this cute little smirky thing when she’s embarrassed - eyes fixed to the floor, quietly smiling to herself. Bianca loves it. 

“Are you dating anyone right now?” 

Bianca rolls her eyes. 

“We’re not dating-dating. But yeah - her name is Katya, I met her online.”

“Is she hot?”

“None of your business - she’s too old for you anyway,” Bianca shoots Adore a warning look. “Your dad was on a date last night, too - some guy called Darius, apparently it went really well. But I’m gonna look into getting his room soundproofed.” 

“Ewwww,” Adore clamps her hands over her ears, laughing. “You’re being gross. Stop being gross.” 

“Don’t ask questions you’re not prepared to hear the answer to,” Bianca grins. “Are you good now? Or do you feel like spitting coffee all over me again? I really enjoyed it that first time.” 

“Honestly? I always wondered why none of my friends’ parents had their own bedrooms,” Adore thinks out loud. Bianca shakes her head, chuckling. 

“I love you so much, you fucking moron.”

Pride Challenge Points: 10,312

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Rep. Lauren Boebert (R-CO) had a temper tantrum in Congress during a hearing about Twitter yesterday, where she accused a gay former Twitter employee of “shadow-banning” her account over “a freaking joke.”

“Did either of you approve a shadow-banning of my account, @LaurenBoebert?” Boebert asked former Twitter employees Yoel Roth and Vijaya Gadde at a House Oversight Committee hearing yesterday.

The hearing was ostensibly about Twitter allegedly suppressing a 2020 New York Post article about Hunter Biden, but many congressmembers used the hearing to air grievances against the social media platform. “Shadow banning” is a term for reducing the visibility and reach of an account on social media, usually without that account owner’s knowledge.

“No I did not,” Roth responded.

“Not to the best of my recollection,” Gadde said.

“I know you looked at it because fascist Twitter 1.0 had a public interest exceptions policy, which means for members of Congress to be shadow-banned, it had to go before you, Mr. Roth,” Boebert snapped at them. “So, I’ll ask again. Did you shadow-ban my account, yes or no?”

He said “not to the best of my recollection,” to which Boebert responded: “So the answer is, Mr. Roth, yes you did!”

She claimed she heard from “Twitter staff” that Roth “suppressed” her account for a specific tweet about former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.

“It’s a freaking joke about Hillary Clinton being angry that she couldn’t rig her election!” Boebert shouted. “It’s a joke! But in response, being the sinister overlords that you all are, you placed a 90-day account filter, so I could not be found!”

“Now who the hell do you think that you are? Election interference? Yeah, I would say that that was taking place because of you four sitting here.”

“This is fundamental to our nation’s governance and you all attacked that very foundation,” she said, referring to how visible her tweets allegedly were on the app’s search function.

“I’m not angry for myself,” she concluded. “I’m not angry because I was silenced.”

“I am angry for the millions of Americans who were silenced because of your decisions, because of your actions, because of your collusion with the federal government!”

Last year, Twitter CEO Elon Musk attacked Roth, posting a brief section of Roth’s thesis that mentioned Grindr and wrote, “Looks like Yoel is arguing in favor of children being able to access adult Internet services.” In December 2022, Musk also released internal Twitter records showing how the company initially suppressed the Post‘s Hunter Biden article.

Roth, who is gay and Jewish, told the congressional hearing that he faced “a wave of homophobic and antisemitic attacks” following Musk’s release of the records.

“Twitter has removed vanishingly little [of the attacks against me],” Roth said. “And following The Daily Mail’s decision to publish where I live, I had to leave my home and sell it.” He added that lower-level Twitter staff around the world, “had their families threatened and experienced harm equal to or greater than what I’ve experienced.”

[coochiequeens]

Yes the murder if a 14 year old is tragic but don't let the TQ+ exploit his death to make them look like a vulnerable group with something to fear from "TERFs". The kid was killed by a man meeting a minor on a hookup app.

https://www.goerie.com/story/news/crime/2024/07/08/killing-transgender-teen-lgbtq-community-northwest-pa-mourns-paul-a-pauly-likens/74309599007/

'It hit the panic alarm': Transgender teen's killing in northwest Pa. dismays LGBTQ+ group

Pauly A. Likens Jr., 14, a transgender female from Sharon, was murdered and dismembered in Mercer County, state police said in making arrest in case that has rattled Shenango Valley LGBTQIA+ Alliance.

By Ed Palattella

Report of a missing person and discovery of human remains in late June led to probe in death of 14-year-old Sharon resident Pauly A. Likens Jr.

State police have charged a 29-year-old Sharon resident in the killing of victim, whom defendant is alleged to have met via Grindr app

Pauly was a transgender female, says Shenango Valley LGBTQIA+ Alliance, which is supporting Pauly's family

SHARON, Pa. — On June 1, at the start of Pride Month, the Shenango Valley LGBTQIA+ Alliance moved into its own office space in Sharon after three years of running its support groups out of different locations.

The alliance, founded three years ago, had finally established a more permanent presence to advocate for the lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning and queer community in Mercer County.

The killing and dismemberment of a 14-year-old transgender Sharon resident has shown the alliance how much its advocacy is needed — and mobilized the alliance as it supports the family and friends of the victim, Pauly A. Likens Jr., a transgender female.

"I think it hit the panic alarm," Pam Ladner, the president of the Shenango Valley LGBTQIA+ Alliance, told the Erie Times-News of Pauly's death. "For something like this to happen, just as we are getting started, is devastating."

The Pennsylvania State Police on Wednesday charged a 29-year-old Sharon man, DaShawn Watkins, with first-degree murder, abuse of a corpse, aggravated assault and tampering with evidence in the death of Pauly, who police said was killed on June 23.

Among the allegations is that Watkins killed Pauly after the two met via Grindr, the popular LGBTQ dating app, according to arrest records. Pauly's cut-up remains were found scattered around the area of Shenango River Lake in Mercer County starting on June 25. Police used cellphone records, surveillance video and blood found in Watkins' apartment to charge him, according to the arrest records.

LGBTQ+ group organizes candlelight vigil

The death has generated a flood of support for Pauly's family and the Shenango Valley LGBTQIA+ Alliance, Ladner said.

"We have a lot of people who are stepping up and showing support to make sure she gets the recognition and the justice that she should get," Ladner said.

Ladner said the alliance was not familiar with Pauly before the killing, but she said she spoke to Pauly's family after the death to offer help. The family gave the alliance permission to identify Pauly as a transgender female who used she/her pronouns, Ladner said. The family could not be immediately reached for comment.

[wheremyhugat2003]

YES it is ok to be a complete piece of shit just as long as U R doing it in the eyes of GOD 🙏. i havent had my period EVER because i have chosen to remain pure.YES i am pregnant and married at 18 just as my mother, grandmother, and great grandmother were before me ❤️. unlike u Harlots, my breasts have never grown above a b cup. Because i am committed to Jesus. So thankful for the Free Will that God gave my husband so he had the sense to marry me ✝️. he still wont tell me how old he is. i found an app on his phone called Grindr. he told me it is for men who are workimgf together to GRIND their way into Heaven! my son Axeshton is my WORLD 🌎i tell him everyday that he is king of everything. my daughters name is Symptom and i hate her. i dont know what i would do without a 4glasses of wine every night haha. i thank God every day for this mypiece of shit life AMEN

[the-royal-blue-network]

Ryan Hall stared up at the fan hanging above him. Round and round the blades went, pushing the most heavenly breeze down onto Ryan and the human blanket that laid on top of him.  

Ryan had met the heavy meat sack on Grindr just a few hours ago. The pair exchanged a total of twenty or so messages between both the app and texting. The cliché bulge and abs photo was all it took to get Mr. Torso over; and from there, clothes began to fall, and hands began to roam as they stumbled into bed. 

Typically, Ryan didn’t like having sex in his own bed. If done right, most hookups left Ryan too tired to do anything besides wishing his bed buddy farewell and crashing in his bed.  

But tonight, Ryan had been sloppy; he’d forgotten all the rules he’d set for himself and allowed this one to make it to the bedroom. Probably because he looked like... 

Ryan’s thoughts were cut short when Mr. Torso began to shift on top of him. 

“Mm, good morning.” The sandy haired man said, as he placed his hands on Ryan’s chest and looked at him. 

Ryan looked out of the window to find the stars still twinkling in the night sky, but Mr. Torso wasn’t wrong, it was one in the morning.  

“You were incredible last night.” Mr. Torso said with a smile. 

“As were you.” Ryan smirked. 

Mr. Torso smiled, and Ryan couldn’t help but place a finger in the little dimple in his right cheek. 

Now that the alcohol had worn off, Ryan was able to appreciate how cute the sandy haired man was.  

His eyes were greener than freshly cut grass and his jawline was sharp enough to cut diamonds.  

“I had fun last night.” Said Mr. Torso with a smile. 

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle as images of the pair stumbling through his condo, clothes falling as they kept each other upright long enough to make it to bed, flashed in his mind. 

“As did I.” Ryan said chuckling. 

Mr. Torso opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by his phone. The Penguins' Earth Angel sounded, and with the way Mr. Torso jumped, you’d think he saw a ghost. 

With his bare ass on full display, the man shifted through the mess of clothes on the floor until he found his pants and then his phone.  

“Hey!” He said as he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.    

Maybe Ryan should have had this little rendezvous over at a hotel. The last thing he needed was an angry girlfriend or wife causing a scene outside his place and trying to breakdown his door rather than facing their pig of a man. 

Thanks to toxic masculinity, homophobia, and horrible luck on Ryan’s end, Ryan often found himself in the most fucked situations because of cowardly men whose sexualities weren’t as rigid as they claimed them to be. 

Ryan pulled on his clothes as Mr. Torso mumbled in the bathroom, probably feeding his wife some bullshit line about how he was ‘working late’ or was away on a business trip. 

The mumbling continued for some time, before the bathroom door opened, and Mr. Torso stepped out of the bathroom in all his glory. 

“Alright bubby, let daddy call mommy and I’ll call you back.” He said before saying goodbye and ending the call. 

 Mr. Torso huffed before laughing and placing a hand over his chest. 

“Sorry, my little guy’s away at sleep away camp for the first time, and he’s having a bit of trouble.” He laughed. 

Oh, so Mr. Torso has a kid, and he’s not hiding it, interesting.  

“It’s alright.” Said Ryan. 

Ryan had remembered his time away at camp when he was a child. Though it wasn’t overnight, that was the longest time he’d ever been away from his parents, and Ryan did cry a time or two that day. 

Mr. Torso gave a quick thanks before his phone went off. 

“Honey! Yes, yes, Jake forgot Mr. Jones.” He said, pressing the phone to his ear. 

Mr. Torso listened for a moment before shaking his head. 

“No, I’m still with my date, we overslept.” He said. 

Mr. Torso silently excused himself before slipping back into the bathroom and closing the door. 

So Mrs. Torso was aware of her husband’s activities; interesting. 

Mr. Torso spoke to his wife for some time before the call ended and he exited the bathroom. 

“So you’re married.” Ryan heard himself say. 

Shit, he hadn’t met to say that. 

Mr. Torso paused, an eyebrow cocking up. 

“Yeah, I put it in my bio. But you’re like the third guy to be surprised by this information, so I’m starting to think bio reading isn’t a thing people do on Grindr.” He said with a laugh. 

Ryan smiled sheepishly. 

“I knida got a little distracted.” He said, looking down at Mr. Torso’s cock. 

The man smiled wickedly. 

“I see.” He said, approaching the bed. 

After yet another wild ride, Ryan and Mr. Torso, or Joshua, as he introduced himself, got to talking, and Ryan learned that Josh, and his wife, Marissa were both bisexuals, and had recently opened up their marriage to explore their sexualities.  

The men talked for a little longer, getting to know one another, and though Ryan swore he would never date any of his Grindr hookups, he decided to take Josh up on his offer to treat him to lunch. After one more round, the men got dressed and headed out the door. 

[buddienights]

The TA Grindr au Part six!

Eddie avoids his phone in shame for a while. Drinking too many margaritas with Karen — once Hen has inevitably banished them to be academics somewhere else (Eddie’s got ten bucks on her enrolling in med school within the next five years. Karen’s got money on ten) — always leads to her asking about his dating life. It’s just that normally, Eddie has nothing to share. And he really shouldn’t share his…flirtstionship…with Firehose91 whose name he does not even officially know.

Whose name he is trying really hard not to know before the final exam in two weeks. Once all the scores are in the system and he’s been impartial in his grading, then. Then he’s allowed to know. And until that time he really, really shouldn’t be asking for the reasons firehose91 chose that particular way to introduce the idea he’s well hung.

He tries not to think about it in any way at all whatsoever.

Which is naturally why he’s face down on his desk in the grad student “offices” theoretically holding office hours when bright white sneakers appear in his peripheral vision.

“Sorry to bug you,” Evan Buckley says when Eddie lifts his head and rubs at the red mark on his forehead pressed there by the industrial oak desk. “I’m in your intro to mythology class, and I know the final’s scheduled for 8:30 a week from Friday but I was wondering if I could take it early.”

“You want to take the final early?” Eddie asks. “Why?”

He knows what he wants the answer to be. Because Evan Buckley is six foot something stupid and has big broad shoulders and wears long sleeves constantly that both accentuate his unreasonable biceps and also hide any tattoos he may or may not have on his forearms that would correspond to a certain Grindr profile picture.

Eddie wants the answer to be so that he can drop off a bunch of information about kindergarten options as soon as possible and also then bend Eddie over the desk. Which is…not great.

It’s not great that this is his response.

“I just found out my sister’s coming into town on a red eye flight and she needs me to pick her up at the airport at 7:45,” Evan Buckley says, snapping Eddie entirely back to reality.

“Uh, yeah, no, that’s fine,” Eddie says. “I know it cuts down on possible study time, but can you take it on Monday? I have to proctor it to make sure you’re not on your phone.”

“Yeah,” Evan Buckley says. He smiles and he’s got stupid dimples and Eddie hates everything.

He’s gonna laugh so hard if it turns out Firehose91 is someone else.

The sort of laughing that turns into ugly crying.

“Great,” Eddie says. “See you Monday then.”

“Or, y’know, tomorrow in class,” Evan Buckley points out.

“Right yeah, yes, that’s also true,” Eddie says and wonders if he was this pathetic before he decided to take his divorce papers, his GI bill, and his infant son to LA to study classics.

Probably, honestly.

When Evan Buckley is gone, Eddie waits until the end of his office hours and then he calls Karen.

“I need to ask you an incredibly embarrassing favour.”

[scribbly-dee]

Inspired by this post

I adore corruption arcs, so I graded how well the non-archivist characters would have damned humanity if they had been the archivist.

Sasha James 11/10, would be an ideal archivist, this plus her height is probably why the stranger monster targeted her before she could peak

I have a soft spot for any au that knows Sasha has never seen a brain cell in her life and that any unhinged!Sasha au is really just a regular Sasha au. Picture it with me. Sasha and Jon have parallel archivist tracks, until Sasha (my beloved show off) decides: you know what would make me more efficient at snooping? Becoming a Human Google. And things accelerate. The Web doesn't even need to bother with subtly magic lighters, it slaps all 14 marks on her at once by pulling up next to Sasha in a windowless van with "free secrets 👍" written on the side.

After the Unknowing, Sasha takes over the institute from Elias instead of Martin and Peter. With Tim dead, Jon in a coma, Martin lonely-snatched, Melanie compulsively homicidal, Daisy in the coffin, and Basira on autopilot, she quickly bonds with Rosie, the ultimate nosiness enabler. Sasha is a fully marked archivist for a good long while, but doesn't start the apocalypse right away because she's eager to read ALL the ominous notes Elias left, so the watcher's crown statement is in her to-be-read pile. When the apocalypse starts (Rosie: "Hey, Sasha, I just read something extra fucked up that Elias wrote, wanna see?" Sasha: "God yes."), she books it to become the pupil with Rosie as her anchor. Mayhapse an anchor-archivist polycule with Archivist Jon and Martin? Mayhapse Jon is just a normal eye avatar here and deeply invested in all of Sasha's eyepocalypse statements, so it's Sasha and her plus-three? Mayhapse it's a race across the eyepocalypse wasteland between Archivist Sasha and Archivist Jon to usurp Jonah and become the pupil?

Tim Stoker 2/10 dude's here for a good time, not a long time

The only way I see this working is if Elias disguises not-stranger clues as circus related so Tim is motivated to investigate. Otherwise, his archival assistants are way more curious than him and disobey his direct orders to 🍹chill🏝. Jon, Sasha, and Martin inadvertently bring marks home to him like cats bring home dead birds. He asserts his agency when he decides the best course of action? Actually? Just blow up the archives. This unfortunately puts him in a false sense of security, and Elias makes him read the watcher's crown statement by cat fishing him on grindr and sending the ritual as a dm mid conversation.

Daisy Tonner - 9/10 archivist, would have started doomsday before she was at the archivist job long enough to use her PTO

Daisy already had a lot of experience hunting down fear-entity-related people in sectioned cases, which means she possibly canonically already has all the marks from just hunting avatars who use their powers in self defense. The reason she lost one point is because she's too much of a jock to read, only nerds are culpable to watcher crown statements, so this would be the only delay but oh what a delay it will be.

Melanie King - 7/10 archivist, points awarded for achieving her breakthroughs by smashing her head against a wall until she literally breaks through, points deducted for doing so in full clown makeup.

If Jon got a handful of marks by just asking anoying questions in the same room as an avatar, imagine how much faster Melanie would get marks by bringing her trademark Chaotic Brat personality on fear entity investigations. The apocalypse would have started in like two seasons: one season to hire her off the streets and establish shakey, complex relationships with her new assistants (Jon and Sasha put in the time with the institute but were passed over on this promotion for some random YouTuber (plus they're tighter with Tim and Martin, so proletarian solidarity against the boss)).

Then a second season to stab every mark and get stabbed in return. Melanie would blitz through all 14 marks because what precious little impulse control she starts with is slowly replaced with slaughter juice. One fun moral ambiguity to explore could be if Melanie tries to use her new, dangerous Eye/Slaughter powers to revive her reputation and platform in the supernatural community now that she can, ya know, identify supernatural things for the first time ever. Does she acknowledge her entire career up to her hospital episode apparently only investigated fake sightings? A better question to ask is whether Basira, Tim, and Jon ever let her live down how Ghost Hunt UK's professional dignity was contingent on the legitimacy of her sCiEnTiFiC gHoSt eQuIpMeNt in those episodes, so the temperature spikes set to dramatic music were well and truly just temperature spikes and dramatic music. Sasha found a clip of that music playing as Melanie narrates "it's a message... from the other side..." and made it as her text tone.

Also, it would be hilarious if Melanie tried to kill Jonah on sight in the panopticon, once again botched assassination attempt number 1,963,538, and then Jon quietly snuck in to finish the job on his first try just like in canon.

Jon: "What, like it's hard?"

Basira Hussain 3/10 archivist, her eye alignment manifests as office gossip, like a normal person

Basira has the most formidable super power of all: the power to nope tf out of any conversation or plan she wants. She therefore would probably take 10x longer to start the apocalypse than any other archivist because her fatal flaw is refusal to directly engage with a lot of personally difficult things (like the slaughter bullet surgery she organized, Daisy In General, etc). The marks will be slow going if she resists putting her safety on the line or invests time in making good plans (which is smart, but unhelpful for dooming humanity). She would for sure still get marked and end the world because once she's convinced of a plan (aka Elias convinces her of a plan), she's ruthlessly efficient. So I'd stay out of her way that last year or two, she marks the entities right back at them.

Martin Blackwood 2/10 archivist, considering a prerequisite for creepy eye avatar staring is the ability to make eye contact.

S1 Archivist Martin would probably dote too much on the employees under him to be hugely susceptible to Elias' isolation-dependant manipulation. Any progress Martin inadvertently achieves toward the watcher's crown goal would have to be contingent on it helping his loved ones, which is perfect fuel for a "corrupted by good intentions" arc. This would be key because Martin has superb bullshit and manipulation detection, making the marks are tricky but not impossible to orchistrate considering Jon can't stay put in a safe corner for 10 minutes and Martin's mother would refuse to stay with him where she's safe from avatar threats.

Imagine the petty drama when Jon and Sasha learn he got the promotion they wanted because he lied on his CV.

Other than that, Martin would be even worse about pit stops on the apocalypse road trip than Jon because his Kill Bill mode would have no off switch. Does Archivist!Martin and his anchor Jon ever reach the panopticon? Eventually, but not until after they lose points for significantly reducing the apocalypse fear quantity. Would Annabelle survive to deliver her cryptic MaCHiNAtIoNs and achieve the Web's goal? Hard No, additional point reduction for neutralizing the multiverse invasion. Points potentially earned back if Martin's Web connection is strong enough to come up with the multiverse invasion plan on his own, though.

Georgie Barker 4/10, as a fearless coward, all the fear she feeds to the entities would be khaki flavored. They'd get their apocalypse, but they probably wouldn't enjoy the meal.

Similar to Basira, Georgie has the super power to Fuck This Shit I'm Out. She would overall be a subpar humanity damning archivist; a major archivist success factor of Jon's is that he has enough affective empathy to be afraid with every statement giver he reads, so when Jon archives a statement, he unintentionally contributes to the fear soup seasoning. Combined with how Georgie doesn't want anything to do with entity drama, so any corruption specific to the watcher's crown would stagnate. Even her casual exposition conversations would go like

Georgie: "I've connected no dots."

Melanie: "you've connected a lot of dots??"

Georgie: "I've connected shit all dots."

The reason she gets one more point than Basira is because Georgie's fatal flaw is the passive observer quality the Eye tried to stoke in Jon. Her level of engagement oscillates between two extremes, impulsive over commitment and judging from a distance. This would probably lead her to geting involved just long enough for her involvement to become irreversible, at which point she would try to cut that shit out of her life after it's trapped her. She'd linger, barricading herself on the margins of this problem as the marks that are targeted at her slowly tally up until boom. Apocalypse is on and she only half understands what's happening.

Georgie would wander around an apocalypse hellscape confused, but vibes and physical health fully intact. Anchor!Melanie would have quite the emotional journey starting with Georgie on that pedestal Melanie placed her, and ending with a slaughter avatar stabbing the person who convinced her to work on her slaughter inclination.

[randomsmilingpotatoes]

2 x 01 commentary that nobody asked for!!!

- why am I emotional and feeling suspense over the four minutes THAT IVE ALREADY SEEN😭😭

- okay that was TOO soon to introduce Marcus to Simon what😭 Simon stop smiling like that it’s too early😭

- Sara I would be happy for you if you DIDNT BETRAY US

- felice!!! looks like she’s actually going to get an arc of her standing up against her mother and I’m so proud of her for that🥹

- hmmm looks like Sara and felice may have some friendship issues living together??

- OMG forgot people have to be initiated HAHA

- I fucking LOVE the playlist for this show it’s never what I expect but it’s such a vibe

- okay simon has no business looking that pretty when he’s literally just gaming

- okay was NOT expecting August’s evil smile to be THAT early in the show

- OMG THIS IS THE PARTY THEYRE GONNA SEE EACH OTHER AT

- wille using his power against august to get into the party?? we love thattt

- also I love that the boys in his year are actually like friends ?? yay???

- wille helping Simon find Sara first without talking about them, goodd😌

- “I got a haircut” oh god WILLE hahaha

- omg Marcus texting him WHILE he’s talking to wille NO

- LESBIANS

- I FOUND HIM ON GRINDR. I - NILS!!!!!!! but also fuck wille didn’t need to know Marcus is GAY ALREADY

- okay that’s interesting, it’s good they’re not putting it down to sexuality and that it’s also the class difference

- LOVING felices hair

- Vincent and nils are everyone during school assemblies lmao

- “if you hadn’t refused to talk to the Queen” UGH fuck her

- as much as I want wille and simon together, I’m glad to see ayub and rosh talking genuinely from a friends perspective and saying he’s toxic . bc rn, he is for simon- I just hope wille can prove them wrong

- YES ROSH CANON SAPPHIC

- them IMMEDIATELY jumping to rebounding with Marcus LMAO

- not simon immediately considering it tho?? dude calm down ???

- ALEXANDER

- fuck wille is going to face the consequences of framing him isn’t he

- felices friends whose names I always forget are so pretty

- hmm. I do feel like Simon deserves to know but if wille can ruin his life then?? probably the better way to do it

- “were they together for real or is he bi?” .. what?

- Eric with that only fans girl omg we’re getting the tea

- fuck sara going to spend all that money on little things like coffee

- SIMON SINGING A SOLO YAY what an adorable reaction too

- not the only spare seat being next to wille help

- YES wille USE YOUR POWER also simon liked that

- omg no. Alexander thinking wille is different😭 I wish😭

- august. The only way you will ever have someone even ACCEPT an apology is to publicly come clean

- sara why the FUCK are you STILL helping this man

- omg she got off on that???? fuck sara THERE ARE OTHER GUYS IN THE WORLD

- “fuck, wille, don’t you realise you hurt me?” This is what he needed to hear. Good

- I just know wille has one of those phones purely so he can snap his mother shut lmao

- it makes me so happy to see Simon happy🥰

- fuck that would hurt seeing that

- the way he immediately looked to august!! yes!!!

- not him finally calling his mother to blame her and saying simons on a date with someone else I’m sorry but I laughed

- yes!!!! I’m so glad he IS this angry and is STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF! and it’s not just kept between him and his mother!!!

Fuck I am SO EXCITED for this seasonnnn

the only thing I do wanna say is that I hope wille does accept that even if he leaves the monarchy it doesn’t change what he did to Simon- he’s not automatically going to forgive him just bc he’s no longer crown prince. I’m so happy to see him angry bc it all does come down to the constraints and control of the monarchy, but his relationship with Simon and also his friendship with Alexander both come down to his own decisions and I hope he does take responsibility for that within those relationships

[beccasissy69]

My weekend task was to arrange some hookups...and I was allowed to go through with them too. Goddess gave me this on Friday night and said I had the whole weekend, she wanted me properly dressed for as long as possible and when I was, I was allowed to read my story and watch my recent films (and flirt with cute boys online).

I got very excited and knew I had work to do before I could get to the fun. I went on Grindr for an hour or so and made tentative plans with a few guys then I moved my usual weekend bath to Friday so I could shave my legs (Goddess has me shaving me body every week) and then I wound down/fell asleep on my sofa while reading my story. It made me melt, the main character made an agreement with their blackmailer and part of their side was that they had to take a boyfriend and a whole chapter was dedicated to her choosing who it would be. I stopped reading after that one because it was too much 😂 I was scared to go on.

On Saturday, I had a couple of deliveries I was waiting on and I needed to make my flat more presentable to company. I woke up really early, managed to get back to sleep and then woke up early again and just decided to get out of bed, I was so wired I knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep.

I cleaned and tidied and moved things to rooms I wouldn’t be using. I’m in the middle of a BIG spring clean and in a month or so it will be a lot better but my hallway, bathroom and bedroom were all on point and I set up a diffuser (scent - summer blossom) in my bedroom to make it a touch nicer.

All day, I had men on my mind. Part of it is the story but I was also incredibly horny. Even though I’d “released” in my sleep, in a cage a couple of days ago I was nervous and excited for what lay ahead.

I got ready and even though I usually don’t, I decided to try a couple of new things. My makeup was ok and I used fake eyelashes for the first time, I’ve started with them before but found them fiddly and would think “next time” and I also glued on some fake nails (see above) which were AMAZING, the colour was a little more brown than red but once they were on. 

I fell in love with them (and I used way to much glue, but now I know) and once they were on, all I could think of when I saw my hands was “c*ck”, my hand(s) wrapped around it, gently running my nails down it 🤤🤤🤤.

I was going to use my original E cup boobs but they seem small now so I switched to my super boobs. The only thing I didn’t do from my original plan was a suspender belt, because I put my nails on before I got dressed and when I picked up the belt, I thought I had no chance of putting it on properly without laddering my stockings and probably injuring myself.

Then I got dressed, bra, top, skirt, stockings, boots and a thong (because one of the guys I’d semi agreed with said he wanted it) and it was time to play the waiting game.

I started reading my story and first, I went back to read the chapter where she picks her boyfriend and I was getting hornier and hornier. I was so aroused it was slowing my reading, I kept having to shift positions because my back was aching from my boobs and I felt like what my Grindr profile says. A desperate, horny housewife looking for d*ck while hubby is away.

I went on Grinder and it was quieter than I thought it would be. The guy I’d made the firmest plan with wasn’t on but I messaged him anyway and a few others. Some wanted to meet but not that night, some wanted to meet but at theirs and a couple were interested but needed a little work to entice them further.

Then the guy from Friday came back on, as I hadn’t been on through the day, he wasn’t sure if I was still available and had gone out, he was busy but would “probably” be free later if I was still interested, part of me wondered if he was just teasing but I said yes and waited.

I kept reading and waiting and chatting and then he was free and coming over and it was simply wonderful. He was really eager and excited, he couldn’t keep his hands off my boobs and I was grinding on his cock like crazy. I sucked him for a bit (he had to undo his belt, I couldn’t do it with my nails 🤣🤣🤣, then took him all in before he face f*cked me. I was so aroused by him and his masculinity. His body hair and the musky, manly smell of his crotch drove me absolutely wild, I just wanted all of him.  

When I managed to pull myself off his d*ck I moaned that I needed him in me, so he put on a condom and pushed me down on the bed.

He was really into it, moaning and groaning and after a couple of minutes he sped up and then slowed down as he said he was going to cum. We switched positions and I sat on him and bounced up and down as he fondled my boobs, then we switched back to doggy and after he almost shot again and slowed down, I told him to let it all go and he went crazy and sped up before finally switching to long, deep, powerful thrusts and he came inside me.

When we’d finished, I told him he was amazing 😍 and he said he’d been nervous because he’d been catfished a few times but was amazed that someone like me lived so nearby.

After we said our goodbyes, I went on Grindr to say thank you to him and saw I had a recent message asking if I was free. I rushed to the bathroom to check my makeup and it was still good, so I said yes but he didn’t have any condoms so it didn’t happen. I almost said to come round but a girl’s got to have some standards.

Once I’d taken my face off and gotten ready for bed, I read a little more of my story and texted Goddess a pretty detailed description. When I woke up on Sunday, she’d replied with a single word “W H O R E” which had me smiling all day.

The sex was amazing and so affirming but reading the story throughout the day just put my head in exactly the right place, I was so desperate and so horny and it was perfect.

[originemesis]

@hashtag-bitch xxx

"Jog on." She scoffed flipping him the bird for a moment making a mental note to give this cherub the smallest cock she possibly could. "I'm classy as fuck mate, like I said, are you deaf or somethin'? Did those cannibals chew through your bloody ears as well?" Velvette added glaring down at her phone screen. She rolls her eyes as he continues to try and probe her letting out another little scoff. "It's online you fuckin' melt." She had no clue what his deal was or why he was suddenly trying to figure her out but she didn't have to tell him shit nor did she plan on it. "If yer so sure this is all an act then it shouldn't be too hard for you to figure it out." Velvette muttered.

"HAH-I'd rather not." Jog, that is. Not being able to just default float everywhere was already a massive chore and he wasn't about to introduce more strenuous activity to the rather weighty existence he found himself currently roosted in no different than an overstuffed pigeon with a broken wing.

Speaking of- the mention of the cannibals causes a twitch in his facial display. "Aw fuck off. You really gotta bring up a sore spot don't you? Can't stand the spotlight on your own ass for a second more ~ ?" Not that he was one to talk, but it was easier for him to stand behind the sentiment in her hornet's nest of a conversation with his helmet latched firmly against the swarm.

"Guess not. You- stayin' off the catwalk and all." Which was a sly admittance that yes, he did watch her collection of ladies and their modeling ventures from afar. But that probably wasn't a surprise to her- merely a confirmation and a reminder to install anti-bird shields in the rafters of her studio. Tossing his arms up to feign a stretch in order to slide in closer, he grinned down at the top of her head while leaning this way and that in a persistent effort at checking her expertly guarded screen.

"Shouldn't it ~ ? Maybe you're just harder to read." Like that fucking phone- "Or maybe under all the spitfire and playing dress up, you're just an empty doll? Wouldn't be the first time I met a pair of tits on legs, and it won't be the laaa~aaast."

Well, if the Grindr situation ever sorted itself out, anyway.

[chappedandfadedvds]

Dec 4th, Friday 19:17

The station was rather busy, people rushing from place to place, as Jens, Lucas and Lotte had stepped off the train. They had taken the stairs up and let Lucas lead the siblings to wherever he had organised to meet his two friends.

While the atmosphere on the ride here had been rather cheery and full of them talking and joking, Lotte drawing them page after page of supposedly them three on a train, it had gotten tenser with each passing minute closer to their arrival. 

Lucas next to him, grew definitely nervous, him turning completely silent as they walked over to another set of stairs they took down. Isa and Kes both hadn’t been told yet who his friend would bring along on his weekend visit. To the two boys it had sounded funny to just surprise his dutch friends. That was until now. Jens could definitely understand this to be a very hard thing to do. 

But his boyfriend was determined and therefore Jens took his hand for a moment until they reached the outside. That’s when he let go again. Lucas smiling briefly back at him, when Jens pecked a kiss against his temple. So gentle, it could have been the older boy just leaning in.

And then Lucas’s smile doubled in intensity as he got excited to see two people spotting them, waving cheerfully.

Both the girl and the boy were dressed in thick coats and scarfs. Both with dark brown curly hair and friendly faces. Isa and Kes, his two best friends, as Lucas had told him so often before. 

The girl’s face though quickly turned into an awfully big grin, as they came closer.

„Aaaaaah.“ She yelled, her hands raised to cover her mouth as she stared at the two boys and Lotte stopping infront of her.

„You okay there Ies?“ Lucas asked very amused, but just as much puzzled by her reaction, while pulling the giggling girl into a long hug.

„Oh my god luc! Finally!“ She exclaimed excited, leaning back in his arms, only to peck a kiss at his cheek and step back very pleased.

Lucas could only shrug, as he looked over to Jens. Both of them visibly unsure what to make of the girl infront of them. She definitely had a lot of energy. And was cute, as her eyes basically gleamed in the light of the station and streetlamps around them.

„Hello to you too? What’s up?“ Lucas tried again, hugging Kes, who did look just as confused at the girl next to him. Apparently a recent development of excitment, Jens guessed.

„I saw you holding hands on the stairs. You are... You know. Right?“

Oh. Okay, Jens got it now and so did Lucas freezing up in his step back to Jens’s side. The younger boy’s eyes transfixed on Isa, who couldn’t stop grinning.

„I had planned to tell you and talk about that at your place instead of here, but eh, yes.“ His boyfriend struggled to keep his voice steady, definitely succumbing to a whisper at the end.

„He is hot, well done.“ Isa certainly was bold, especially as she turned to face Jens and proceeded to wink at him, leaving Jens to feel as dumbfounded as Lucas looked like.

„How do you know?“ His boyfriend asked, curiousity slipping through.

„I’m confused, who knows what?“ Obviously the person being at a loss the most was Kes. Who looked bewildred between them back and forth, his face one big question mark, as he wrinkled his brows. He was unfortunately left to remain in his confusion, when Isa just went on to explain without giving much context.

„Well, Liv and me were kinda waiting for you. We sort of suspected it since last year at the gathering. The one you let Liv borrow your phone? Well she saw the links open in your browser and showed them to me.“

Lucas stared at her, mouth open, wide eyed at the girls confession. 

Jens guessed that Lucas had absolutely not expected to hear this.

„What?“ His boyfriend asked in great disbelieve.

„Sorry, we just wanted you to figure it out yourself, I guess.“ She shrugged smiling apologetic, before topping it off: „Also you messaged Ralph on Grindr, he showed us. So that kinda really confirmed it. Love us, please!“

Isa sweetly batted her eyelashes at the poor boy staring back at her helplessly. 

Jens couldn’t refrain from the sheer amusement crawling onto his face by the awkward revelation. He couldn’t quite pin down who Ralph was again. The name certainly had come up before. But it was clear that it was a shared friend of theirs, as Lucas blushed embarressed to have been caught.

„Somebody here who can help me out?“ Kes pleaded, forgotten where he stood next to Isa.

„Right.“ Lucas turned around to look at his best friend, who was patiently waiting to be let in on it. He got rather uncomfortable, so Jens decided to just fuck it and grab Lucas’s hand, squeezing it gently to let his boyfriend know that he wasn’t alone in this. Just like Lucas had done so often before for him.

„This is Jens. He is my boyfriend.“

Kes was blinking for quite a while, utterly overwhelmed, deep in thoughts about the introduction he had just been given by his best friend. Isa on the other hand was back again to grin at them overly happy about it all.

„Anyway. I’m Isa, and this gaping fish here is Kes. No worries, he’ll get over it. It is so good to meet you in person. Honestly. We’ve really just had seen you commenting on instagram so far. And Lucas just wouldn’t tell us who he’d bring, so consider the surprise succsessful.“

„Oh for sure. I’m super happy to be here and finally get to meet you all.“

While Jens and Isa finally found the moment to properly greet each other, Kes seemed to have come to a conclusion. The boy, still perplexed, now at least wasn’t staring any longer, instead he swallowed hard on something and took a step closer to put his hand on Lucas’s shoulder. 

„Okay, this is weird. Ehem not bad, no, but weird. Since when do you know that you are also interessted in guys?“ 

„Not also. But just.“ Lucas corrected his best friend firmly, looking straight at him in hope Kes would get it. And he did.

„Oh, that’s fine too, of course.“

„Then I suppose always. I had a hard time admitting it though, hence the girls.“

The two boys cracking a smile as they hugged yet again, Lucas looking much more at ease now that this part of his coming out was over. At least to his best friends, who honestly were some of the most important people to be accepted by. Jens knew. He also knew that it wasn’t all of it, the crush on his best friend still kept a secret. And Jens now got both sides. Maybe best to not bring it up for now, or perhaps ever, given the hesitation in Kes’s reaction. He knew, he wouldn’t.

„Well, glad to see you happy. And eh Jens, it’s great to meet you too.“ Kes said, saluting Jens, before him and Lucas let go of each other.

It was then that the four were kinda reminded of the fith person standing infront of the station. Lotte cleared her throat loudly, asking for attention from where she had settled next to Jens, slightly hiding behind his arm, carrying her own small backpack.

„I’m cold.“ She complained, „And hungry!“, She added quickly, earning a smirk and nod from Jens. 

„Seconded.“ He said, looking expectantly at Lucas to let him understand that they probably should get going. The cold definitely was biting now that Lotte had brought it up.

„We didn’t even say hi to you. God, I’m so sorry. Who are you?“ Isa asked, bending down to be at level with the little girl, a gentle smile on her lips.

„Lotte.“ His sister briefly replied, not yet convinced what to think about the two strangers picking them up from an unfamiliar station in an unfamiliar city.

„Honestly Lucas, we sent you off not even two month ago to finish school and support your mom, and now you come back with a boyfriend and a child. What happened?“

„Shut up.“ Lucas laughed at Isa, who was barely able to get through with her accusation, immediately falling into a fit of giggles, as she failed to look even a little serious.

„She is my little sister. And we are super grateful that you let us all stay over.“ Jens helped to explain an eight year old joining them on the trip, when neither his boyfriend nor the girl next to him were able to get a word out.

It took them a whole other minute to finally calm down enough to reply.

„Very much welcome. I’m so glad you do, because I have tons of questions now. I don’t think I could let you go anywhere else but my place.“ Isa declared.

„Oh no. This is Robbe and Sander all over again.“ Jens sighed defeated, Lucas continued to laugh, this time at him, while his two dutch friends looked rather puzzled at the dropped names. So his boyfriend simply waved them off, when Jens was trying hard not to be reminded of the hours long interview he had to endure by his own best friend and Sander two weeks ago.

„Ignore him.“ Lucas said, patting Jens’s shoulder. Not much of a comfort. Jens just wasn’t that comfortable to talk about it. But Lucas was happy and excited, so he wouldn’t keep it from him to explain everything his boyfriend wanted to.

„Well, let’s get going then.“ Kes announced, pulling Lucas closer, with an arm draped over his best friend’s shoulders, as the group began to move. Isa and Lotte sort of quickly caught up in their own little get-to-kow-each-other, leaving Jens to follow and feel contented to watch the two couples infront of him. 

Kes leaned in laughing at something Lucas had told him.

„I can’t believe I never noticed. Fuck, Luc.“

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