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nohasslecastle · 1 year

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As much as I love spreading the "Sister Beatrice top agenda", I do not think Beatrice would behave anywhere near confident on her first time with Ava.

First of all, it's my headcanon that before Beatrice became a nun she didn't actually get to live or experience a lot, so everything she could have learned in her teenage years, she actually didn't, because her parents were too strict, and she was just too afraid to stand up against them.

Her parents sent her to that boarding school probably because at some point she admitted she had romantic feelings for one of her friends, but that was it, Beatrice is oblivious to love, and relationships, and, of course, to sex.

Add that to the fact that Beatrice is a perfectionist, with a great fear of failure, a control freak that gets overwhelmed when she feels she can't handle the results of any given situation she's involved with... Beatrice doesn't quite know how she should behave around Ava, and the not knowing... that terrifies her.

It's not that she's worried Ava would make fun of her, of course, she would never. But there's just something inherently annoying about not being able to BE good at something, specially when the only way to learn 'that something' is... actually doing it. But, will she be able to be good enough for her? Will she be able to be what she thinks Ava deserves?

When Ava comes back, Beatrice doesn't immediately kiss her, she doesn't jump into a relationship with Ava and certainly she doesn't jump straight to bed with her, simply because she has absolutely no idea how to do it without making it weird. So, of course, their comeback kiss is started by Ava, their "what are we?" conversation is started by Ava, and their first time... guess what? Also started by Ava.

I picture this: after the re-encounter they didn't have much time to talk about what had happened between them, they were once again in survival mode and it's only one day after a big fight that they finally and unintentionally find themselves alone. Everything that happened is weightening on Beatrice and she's pretty much gay panicking every time Ava gets too close to her.

It's not that she doesn't want her, on the contrary she wants her so much she's overwhelmed by a feeling she had never felt before, or at least, not in a very long time and certainly not with enough maturity to understand it. When they last kissed it was a life or death situation, now they are just staring into each other's eyes, something clearly in the air, but everytime she tries to say anything, something holds her back.

Ava tries to give her space. Ava is everything that Beatrice is not. She's reckless, and a risk taker, and if she fails so what? she tries again. However, Ava is aware she closed a line last time... not only on Beatrice's vows but on a restriction she had put on herself. Ava is trying to make things right and Beatrice knows it but at the same time she's begging, begging, Ava to push her, because that's how they work right?

At some point the silence becomes too unbearable and Beatrice is frustrated. She hates that she can't be as resolved as she is in most of her activities and Ava is... kind of having fun at it, looking at the perfect sister Beatrice losing her shit it's fun, it's so unlike her it's amusing.

Ava is laughing and that only makes Beatrice's frustration grow. At some point Beatrice apologizes to Ava "I'm sorry, I really don't know what I'm doing and I hate it" and that's Ava's cue to do what she always does... push her a bit, give her courage. Ava walks slowy towards her "I don't need you to be an expert at this, Bea" she takes Beatrice's hands into hers "remember what I told you before I left? You don't need to be so perfect all the time." She lifts her hand to Bea's cheek and Bea gulps. She watches Bea lean into her touch, close her eyes, she brings her other hand to her chest and she can feel how fast her heart is beating "I only need you to be yourself." She says. And Bea opens her eyes and looks at her.

Ava leans close to her, slowly, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion and when she's a breath from her lips she whispers "can I kiss you again?", looking at her eyes again waiting for an answer. Beatrice would simply nod because, let's be honest, that woman is incapable to form a simple thought when Ava is *that* close to her.

And when they kiss... it's shy, and it's tame, and honestly, Beatrice doesn't know what to do with her hands. Ava would guide them, maybe to her hips "you can touch me" she would state. Ava would open her mouth, begging for *more*, she would let Bea's hair down, touch her shoulders, then her chest, she would find that first button and unpop it. Bea would startle at that, only for a moment, only because she isn't used to it, but looking at Ava, with her lips swollen, panting, big eyes... she would push that thought aside. She would kiss her again and this time she would allow herself to touch Ava, gently, but more determined.

Ava would start walking backwards, as if saying "take me to bed" and Bea would walk slowly before her, with her eyes closed, trying to focus only on Ava's lips because maybe that way she would be able to shut up all the insecurities. They would stumble on their way to the bed and Bea would try to say "I'm sorry" while Ava would put a finger on her lips and just laugh, and say a terrible pun to her. Being there Bea would doubt until she doesn't anymore, until she stops thinking and Ava becomes the only thing she's worried at.

#beatrice's top energy will be released but we need to get to that first #working through all those years of repression is not easy #my take on avatrice first time #bea would be shy as fuck #ava would be her normal self #again something im between a mini fic a character analysis and me havin a breakdown #warrior nun #warrior nun analysis #sister beatrice #ava silva #avatrice #save warrior nun #ava and beatrice #ficlet

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kingsofeverything · 10 months

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My dramione loving ass is definitely down for some famous/famous Tom Felton Emma Watson if you’re still willing to share! I hope it involves a skateboard board ride because that Instagram post STILL haunts me

omggggggggg ok so the plan does definitely include that and the famous jeep pic but i haven't written it. so far it's just pretty much a carbon copy of the interview where emma's like "oh yeah i had a crush"

funnyish story, but i was thinking of trying to combine this with my other famous/famous wip where harry's a dick lol but i haven't put much thought into it. anyway here it is!

Traffic in LA is maddening. Louis sighs as he finally pulls into his garage, exhausted from a long week on set. Adjusting to the drive is rough. Maybe Zayn was right and he should pay a driver so he can nap on the ride home.

At least the weather’s nice. As he’s done every day since moving to California, Louis strips out of his clothes, pulls on a pair of trunks, and dives into the pool in his backyard. He swims laps until his arms and legs feel like noodles, then lifts himself up on the side of the pool and sits there catching his breath. After shaking some of the water from his hair, and tipping his head side to side to clear it from his ears, he climbs to his feet and wraps a towel around his waist.

On the way to the shower, he checks his phone, finding a text from Niall telling him to watch Graham Norton—which he always records. As soon as he’s washed and dried and dressed again in his softest sweatpants, he turns on the television, but before the show can start, Niall calls again.

Rolling his eyes, Louis answers, “Neil?”

“Lewis.” Niall scoffs and asks, “Skip ahead to Harry's bit.”

“What?”

“Graham Norton. Harry’s on. Skip ahead to his interview.”

“Harry?”

“Styles.”

“Oh!” Louis chuckles quietly, and fast forwards while he talks. “Thought you meant Prince Harry. Harry Styles. Haven’t seen him in— There he is.” Beautiful. He’s grown into his features and he’s cut his hair, but he’s still obviously Harry.

“Right, mate. Talk to you later,” Niall says, and hangs up before Louis can say goodbye.

Louis frowns at his phone, but turns up the volume to listen to Harry's interview.

“Does it bother you? Still being asked about the Super Series?”

Shaking his head, Harry replies, “No. Not at all, actually. I wouldn’t be here if not for those movies. And I know they’re… They're important to a lot of people in a lot of ways. They’re important to me. If, in twenty, fifty, a hundred years I’m remembered for playing a teenage superhero, I’d be thrilled. Happy to be remembered at all, actually.”

“That’s a good way to look at it.” Graham smirks and, “Just one more thing about it then. You’ve said that the Super Series was pivotal for you with regards to your sexuality. Is this because of the fans and the, erm… shipping?”

Louis sits back on his couch, watching as Harry laughs and shakes his head. They haven’t seen each other in years. After the movie series wrapped, they were all off doing their own thing—different movie projects, television shows, guest spots, magazines, charities. Liam even moved back to Wolverhampton and worked as a volunteer firefighter, though that was kept secret for the few months he did it, so none of the fans would become arsonists in an effort to meet their favorite superhero. But the boys all kept in touch, except for Harry. He disappeared completely from Louis’ life, and until a few years ago, he thought Harry just didn’t want to be connected to the movie series or his co-stars. Turns out he just didn’t want to be connected to Louis.

“Nothing to do with shipping, no. I was very young when we first started, you know. But I think everyone remembers their first crush, don’t they? Only I’d never thought about it. We were a few weeks into filming and I quite suddenly had a crush on a boy.” The audience whoops and hollers and Harry frowns, but clears his expression immediately. “I didn’t know I was gay at the time, so it was a bit jarring. At first I thought I just wanted to be him, so I tried.”

“Oh. Been there, mate.”

“Yeah. Bought myself a skateboard and helmet and knee pads and everything. Would’ve cut my hair like his, but it was in the contracts that we had to keep the same hairstyle.”

Louis leans forward, studying the telly as if that will help him understand what Harry is talking about.

Graham Norton laughs. “A skateboarder? I’m sure the fans have probably figured this out already, but enlighten me.”

“Oh, sorry,” Harry says, covering his face with his hands. “I had a horrible crush on Louis Tomlinson. For the first few films actually. It was terrible.”

“Oh, no. Did Louis know you had this crush on him?”

“Oh, yeah. It was obvious. It was so obvious. Everyone knew. I asked him to teach me to skateboard. He was always so sweet—nothing like a villain in real life—and he did try to teach me, but I was hopeless.”

Louis sits there blinking at the screen. He remembers it then—little Harry, a Harry that was shorter than Louis was, with round cheeks and out of control hair stuffed under a helmet. Aside from tutors, the studio had to provide them all with things to do in their down time, and he had begged for a half-pipe. They’d settled with letting him skateboard in the back lot with a few small ramps as long as he promised to practically wrap himself in protective gear. He and Zayn spent most of their free time out there. And Harry joined them once or twice, pushing himself along on his brand new board while keeping one foot a half-inch off the ground. Louis tried to show him how to tick-tack, but as soon as Harry got both feet on the board, he panicked, jumped off, and that was that. He stopped coming around. But Harry hadn't had a crush on him. Or at least, it wasn’t as obvious as he seemed to think it was. Louis had no idea. Besides, they were children.

He tries to tune in and listen to the rest of the interview. Harry talks passionately about his charity work and what he’s doing in the UK involving LGBTQ+ youth. But Louis’ mind keeps drifting back to the almost decade long working relationship they had while filming the Super Series, wondering when the crush faded, and when Harry decided that Louis wasn’t worth keeping around for even friendship, especially since he talks of their past so fondly. Finally, he gives up and turns the telly off, calling Niall again.

Niall doesn’t answer with a greeting, just says, “Harry and Louis sitting in a tree—”

“Shut up, Ni. I had no clue about any of that. Did you?”

“Nah. But it’s Harry. He flirted with everyone before he knew what flirting was. Think it’s just his personality.”

“Well, thanks for the heads up. I’m sure that’ll be a talking point when I’m on the Late Show next week.”

When he goes to New York for The Tonight Show, it’s the first thing Jimmy asks him about and all Louis can do is tell the truth. No, he didn’t know about Harry’s crush, but they were practically babies back then. All he remembers is being worried about his hair and his spots and whether he’d get any taller.

He fields the question at all of the other interviews to promote his new show, and by the time James Cordon asks him about it, he’s tired of the question. Unlike the other repetitive talking points, this one starts to bother him and a part of him wants to respond to Cordon’s follow up about whether he and Harry have discussed it with the truth. Which is that they haven’t spoken in years. But he knows that would only lead to more drama and more questions and he’s not up for that. Thankfully, Late Late is the last stop on his short promo tour.

On the way home in the back seat of the car he hired for the day, his phone rings. An unknown number. Of course, he dismisses the call, but they leave a voice message, and as soon as he sees the beginning of the transcript, he listens to it.

“Heyyyy this is Harry Styles. Wanted to apologize for the trouble I caused you. Call me if you can.”

#famous/famous wip #unfinished wip #snippet

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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Tuxes & Temper Tantrums

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: my first kid-fic 😂 based on this fic idea by @fsbc-librarian, hope you enjoy!

(Thanks to @stucky-fic-idea-bank & @gay-jewish-bucky for sharing this fic idea and putting it on my radar 💛)

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And to think their day had started off so well, Bucky grumbles, wandering off a little to browse the clothing racks in peace, leaving Steve to wrangle their daughter. Steve and he had both taken their Friday off from work to run all the errands they needed to do before Sam and Nat’s wedding on Saturday; picking up their suits, picking up presents, getting groceries to last them through the rest of the weekend. It’s made them all tired, a little cranky, and at this point anything would be enough to set off a tantrum - and not just for their five year old.

But their morning had been perfect. Bucky had woken up when Alpine & Lily had quietly crawled into bed with him and Steve at 6am. No jumping or yelling for them to get up, no whining for breakfast. Just tiny elbows and little feet hitting him in the side, soft blond hair in his face, Lily trying to make herself comfortable in between him and Steve. He’d made room for her and bleary looked over at Steve, who’d been a little more awake already, a fond smile on his face, that Bucky couldn’t help but return. They stayed in bed for a little after, just enjoying the peace and quiet and being together like this, Lily’s head buried into Bucky’s side, her feet pressed against Steve.

After a while, Steve had run his hands through Lily’s hair and whispered “hey honey, do you want to help me make breakfast for papa?”. She’d quickly lifted her head from where it had been buried against Bucky’s side and quietly had asked “can we make pancakes?”, making Steve smile softly at her and say “yeah we can make pancakes, of course sweetheart, I’m sure papa will love that”. They’d quietly made their way out of the bedroom and downstairs, leaving Bucky and Alpine to take their time in waking up and getting out of bed - they were both always a little grumpy in the morning.

Breakfast had been wonderful. Once he’d finally made his way downstairs, Bucky had sat down at the kitchen island drinking his coffee, watching Steve and Lily laugh and make a little bit of a mess with the blueberry pancake batter. Maybe they burnt a pancake or two, but seeing them so happy, giggling their way through making breakfast in the soft kitchen light…none of the mess mattered and it made Bucky’s heart overflow with feelings of love. Eventually, the three of them had sat down to eat. They should have been able to tell by the fact that Lily was chattering a little less than usual, that their day was going to go like this.

Bucky shakes himself out of his thoughts of their beautiful, quiet morning. Or, well, he’s shaken out of it by shrieking. He looks over to where Steve and Lily are, Steve with a bunch of little dresses hanging over his arm and clearly trying to convince Lily to go try some on. “I DON’T WANT A DRESS”, Lily screams, turning some heads in the store towards them, her little face getting a redder and redder. “Come on sweetheart, you’ve been talking about getting a dress for auntie Nat and uncle Sam’s wedding for weeks, just try one?”, Steve gently presses. Lily is having none of it, shaking her head so hard Bucky thinks it’s gonna give her a headache.

He’s starting to make his way over when Lily screams, even louder than before “no I’m GAY I CAN’T”. Bucky stops in his tracks and does his very best not to burst out in laughter, deciding to take a moment before getting involved, because he doesn’t think he’d be very helpful if he couldn’t keep his laughter in. It’s even harder not to laugh when he hears Steve’s response. Steve, who sighs heavily, looks down at Lily and says “no you’re not gay, I’m gay, you’re five”. Lily seems offended by this, crossing her little arms and stubbornly refusing to move or respond to that. Bucky thinks she really is Steve’s daughter.

Bucky doesn’t think he can be blamed for eventually bursting out into laughter when Steve copies her stance, crossing his arms too and looking down at Lily expectantly. He considers stepping in, but he doesn’t want to undermine Steve either. They’re all tired and done with this day, they all want to go home. His laughter doesn’t last long. Lily breaks their stand-off first, but not by giving in. She starts to cry, sobbing “I don’t want it I don’t want it”. Steve drops the dresses in his arms on the floor, uncaring, and kneels down in front of her.

“Why not honey? You were so excited! Ohh sweetheart”, he says, brushing away some of her tears and taking her in his arms. “What has made you so sad baby? If you want something else we can do that, okay?” Lily’s sobbing doesn’t really die down, and Steve looks over at Bucky mouthing “help?”.

Bucky goes to stand behind Lily and brushes her hair with his fingers. “Hey baby, can you tell daddy why you don’t want a dress anymore? Or do you want to go home? It’s been a long day, we get it if you want to go home”. She shakes her head, making her sobs a little more hiccupy. “I..I want to- I want to look like daddy” she eventually says, her voice a little rough from all the crying and screaming.

Bucky looks at Steve, who has the most blinding smile on his face and a tear running down his cheek. “Okay”, Bucky says, “so we’ll get you a suit like daddy?”. When Lily shakes her head at that, Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. He thought they were getting somewhere, and frankly, he just wants to go home and plop down on the couch and not move for the rest of the evening.

He sighs deeply “No? No suit? You gotta talk to us Lily” he tries again. She moves back from where she had buried her face in Steve’s neck. “I want to look like daddy” she says, her voice sounding a little annoyed that they clearly don’t understand her. “But I also want to look like auntie Nat”, she whines, throwing her little hands up, like the little drama queen she is. Just like daddy Bucky thinks, but he’s glad they’ve finally gotten to the root of the problem.

Steve looks at the two of them, contemplating their predicament. “What if…” he starts off, turning Lily to look at him. “what if we get both? You can wear one during the ceremony and then the other during the party? I think auntie Nat is also changing her outfit so you’ll be even more like her.” Lily looks at Steve like he’s blown her little mind. “We can do that?”, she whispers. Steve smiles at her fondly. “Of course we can sweetheart. So do you want to go try one of these on? And then I’ll look for a suit like mine okay? Does that sound good?”.

She rubs her face with her little fists, nodding eagerly. “Okay then”, Steve says, “are you gonna let papa help you out with the dress?”. Lily smiles at him and goes in for a hug. “Thank you daddy”, she says, before grabbing Bucky’s hand and trying to drag him to the changing booths. Bucky let’s himself be dragged away, sparing a glance at Steve who’s slowly getting up from his knees, shaking his head with a beaming smile on his face.

They get the dress, and the suit, without too much crying or screaming. Okay, maybe a little crying on Bucky’s part, because he’s tired because his baby looks so damn adorable in a little tux. They make their way home in silence, all of them just completely exhausted by the events of the day. They have take out for dinner and just pile on the couch for the rest of the night, going to bed early to avoid a repeat of today when they have to go to the wedding tomorrow.

Lily ends up wearing the suit during the ceremony, proudly standing next to her dads for the official photos, dressed just like them. Everyone comes up to her to tell her how amazing she looks and she just beams, and Steve and Bucky can’t help but beam either. She goes to change her clothes when Nat does, the two of them whispering and giggling, walking hand in hand down the hallway of the venue, probably making their plans for world domination.

She looks just as cute in the dress as she did in the suit, and the three of them dance until Lily’s little feet can’t take it anymore and she plops down onto Sam’s lap. When Steve and Bucky try to sit down with them, she shoos them off, raising an eyebrow (she’s sooo Steve’s daughter), and telling them with a voice that makes it clear how dumb she thinks her dads are “Just because I can’t dance anymore doesn’t mean you can’t, I’m five.” She clearly revels in the booming laugh Sam lets out at that. Steve holds his hands up defensively “oh I’m sorry, you’re completely right princess”, he says, before dragging Bucky back onto the dance floor.

So they dance, bodies close together to a slow song, beaming smiles. “She is so bossy”, Steve says, pride clear as day on his face. “And stubborn. I wonder who she gets that from”, Bucky says with a smirk, “just like her dad, in every way.”

#maya tries to write #stucky #stucky fic #fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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idv-ask-the-showman · 4 months

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{A Familiar Face}

{carrying in from the RP with Archer and Flynn. One shot short story + event characters!}

A new event-limited character is now available for questions!

Name: Koji Tanaka

Age: 12 and a half

Gender: Cis male

Sexuality: Gay (in love with flynn)

Nationality: Japanese/Italian

{the current Kumicho of the Yukaza family in Paris. Despite being so young to be the boss of a crime family, he made himself a force to be recant with. Yet he would have not come so far if it wasn't for Flynn so now he came to the manor to find him and to personally thanks and offer him an offer of a lifetime!}

After finally arriving at a more private place away from anyone's eyes.

Flynn didn't waste time before slamming the boy he dragged with him to the wall and immediately put his dagger so dangerously close to his neck that it made a small cut with some blood dripping from it.

“What brings you here, Koji?!… If you are here for some Yukaza business then SCRAM!! I have already paid a lot for your services and that means I do not owe you guys anything so do not even think of asking me for anything!”

Koji whistles at Flynn’s action, a moment ago he was such a polite boy in front of Archer but the second all eyes were away from them, he immediately turned into this. Koji would lie tho if he said he didn’t like that side of him more than the one before it.

“Good to see you too, Flynn~ long time no see :D!”

“….”

“Okay okay~ relax I am not here for some family business or anything like that, I am here as just Koji Tanaka. You can put away your dagger… besides you are smart enough to know is a bad idea to try and harm me~”

Flynn sighed and took away his dagger from Koji, hiding it underneath his suit. Putting a hand over his hip he titles his head and asks once more “Then if you not here for business then what could ever bring you here and why do you keep following me all day long?”

“Well, you see~ I have recently become The Kumicho of the Family and ever since then I wanted to find you to come and personally thank you and also to offer you something special as a gift!”

Flynn lifted an eyebrow at that, not sure if he should believe it or not, Koji was only 12 years old, younger than him by a year, and yet here he was becoming the boss “Thanks me??… Okay, I have a couple of questions, 1- you now the boss? What happen to your father? 2-if you wanted to talk to me then why not do it from the start, do you know how creepy it was having you spying on me? And finally…. What is the offer??”

“We do not talk about that old hag anymore, he is not important ^^”

“Eh?”

“And the reason I didn't approach you the first time is cuz I just recently arrived here when the ball started after I finally found out where you are all this time (you have no idea how hard it was to find you-) but you were so busy with the whole thing that there was hardly any good time to talk to you so I just waited and watched until I see the right opportunity to finally talk to you!… tho was I really that noticeable?”

“Yes.”

“Ah… ummm~ well at least now we can talk and I can finally offer you the gift I was waiting to tell you about all this time!”

“Just get on with it- EH!” Koji suddenly grabbed both of Flynn’s hands together with his, before falling to one knee and with a smile proposed to Flynn his offer "Would you join the Yukaza and become my right-hand man?!"

there was a long silence between the two, Flynn with a shocked face while Koji's eyes bright like never before as if Flynn already said yes-

'NO."

"EHHHH!! WHY!?"

"Koji, I don't want to get myself involved with the yakuza any more than I already am and there are other reasons that I would not even bother to list... but why do you want me, I bet you have men who are more suited for the spot more than me."

“Tsk… please, those idiot men are still loyal to my old hag of a father, and if I made one of them my right-hand man, they for sure would use that position to plan my downfall. Besides you are way more skilled and smart than anyone I know!! You were even the reason I started to finally stand up against my father and get rid of him!”

Flynn sighed “I understand where you coming from Koji and I am glad you finally stuck up to your dad… but my answer is still a no.” Flynn almost felt bad saying this again when he saw how heartbroken Koji looked. “A-are you sure?! Just think about it, if you agree, I will make sure to provide you with both protection and anything you want! e-even your family and friends would be protected and-”

“Koji…” was the only thing Flynn said to let Koji finally stop trying to convince him to join. He let go of Flynn’s hands and stood up “All alright… but my offer still stands and the spot will always be available for you if you ever change your mind” Flynn only nodded to that while holding on to his own hands. Both had an awkward moment of silence while trying to avoid eye contact.

“I guess I have nothing left to do here… umm, I will take my leave then-”

“W-wait!”

Koji stopped walking away when Flynn called for him and turned around to look back at him. Flynn smiled at him while saying “This is a ball for everyone to have fun and enjoy, I can not just let you leave it heartbroken and sad… so how about instead of me becoming your right-hand man, we can maybe be partners in the ball?!… w-what do you say?”

Koji's eyes widened at that and soon a smile drew on his face and ran back to Flynn, once more holding onto his hands, and with a happy tone of voice responded “OF COURSE!! I would be so honored to be your partner at the Ball~” Koji could not help but jump in place while saying that, making Flynn laugh at how silly he now acts and sound.

“hahahaha okay okay! Calm down now silly!”

-fin

#identity v #identity v oc #identity v ask blog #idv #identity v hunter #ask blog #ask #identity v survivor #flynn Smith #Koji Tanaka #the knives thrower #IDV-WeddingBall

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telomeke-bbs · 2 years

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BAD BUDDY – OH, THE ALLEGORY OF IT ALL

This write-up was inspired by something that the ever-incisive @miscellar posted on 27 Sept 2022 regarding Bad Buddy's lack of homophobia (linked here), by the resurfacing of Pran's guitar during my rewatch of Ep.3, and also by a post from the thought-provoking @faillen (which unfortunately I can't track down and link to – my apologies!).

I really wasn't planning to do another write-up of this kind for some time, since we're now in the Bad Buddy rerun season and for the next few months I was only planning to list observations (not any kind of analysis) while going through the episodes in chronological order. Just a bit of light (if long-winded) reporting, avoiding (what amounts to, for me at least) any kind of heavy lifting to do with the messaging behind the media.

I'm actually far more interested in the social, cultural and linguistic aspects of any media I consume, and Bad Buddy is so rich in these it's possible to ignore its weightier content. My preference is for entertainment media to be lighter on the political front, since real life can be heavy enough to deal with. And I've been actively avoiding the heavier stuff in Bad Buddy, for these and other reasons.

But now I think it's time. 😉

It should be clear to everyone by this point that Bad Buddy is very much an allegory for the experience of growing up queer in queer-hostile environments.

The series is fronted by the out, proud and wise Khun Noppharnach Chaiwimol after all, so some aspect of queer messaging was always going to be inevitable in the mix.

(above) Aof Noppharnach Chaiwimol

And part of the genius of Bad Buddy is that its queer themes are interleaved within layers of fulfilling (and sometimes even exquisite) TV drama craftsmanship from all those involved, from the crew, to the writers, to the directors and of course to the actors (with a couple of exceptions perhaps, and I think we can/should forgive the inexperienced newbies among the cast). The queer themes are there, but they're not the eyewhacking coat-of-arms in the center of the tapestry – they're woven unobtrusively into the main fabric instead.

As homophobia is basically absent from their fictional universe, the fact that PatPran's relationship is (eventually) a gay one is – on the surface at least – totally immaterial compared to the other issues dealt out by the narrative.

For example, they have to hide their friendship behind a fake rivalry at university, because their faculties are at war. And then they have to face the hostility of family members – their parents – because their relationship (romantic or otherwise) is forbidden due to the enmity between Ming and Dissaya.

We see Pat trying to live his life as a do-over of Ming's, according to the rules set by Ming himself, rather than on his own terms. And Pran fights to contain the expression of his musical talent, as symbolized by his guitar-playing, because of Dissaya's displeasure with it (I've written-up Pran's side-story in greater detail in my previous post, linked here).

To deal with the pressures that their families and social circles put on them, Pat and Pran are forced to be a certain way, to act a certain way, and to conform to established norms or the needs/wants of others. They deny their authentic selves and their illicit relationship, burying their true natures, in order for there to be peace in their lives and so that they can go about the basics of just living.

But that comes with always looking over your shoulder (that's Pran at the wonton noodle stall in Ep.3!), and resorting to lies and subterfuge in order to get things done (Let's build the bus-stop together! It's for a good cause! But we can't let them know the whole truth, that we're really friends!).

There are so many examples. It's everywhere in Bad Buddy. And if any of this sounds familiar to LGBTQ+ viewers, well of course it's intentional. Because Pat and Pran's lives basically depict – metaphorically – the hostility, hiding, self-denial and performative deception that so many LGBTQ+ people have to grapple with on a daily basis.

But the strife in Bad Buddy from the warring faculties and families, Pat re-living Ming's glory days for him, and Pran's side-story with the guitar, are all allegorical in their messaging of the queer experience – none of the drama or conflict springs from anybody actually being LGBTQ+.

So in the end, making the trauma queer-adjacent rather than queer-centric, all while cloaked in the comfortable fleece-lined coverlet of a Thai BL rom-com, means that even non-LGBTQ+ viewers will be able to identify with Bad Buddy's themes of alienation and othering, as it applies to their own lives.

If you've ever had to face familial, social, religious, or any other kind of pressure because you are different in some way, even if you're not LGBTQ+, it wouldn't be difficult to be empathetic about PatPran's predicament. The fact that the queer aspect is right there embedded in the fabric of the show, without being the cause or focus of the angst, still alerts any viewer to the issues faced by the community, simply by osmosis.

And that's a gentle, yet powerful way of getting the message across, that everyone deserves to be treated with respect, including members of the LGBTQ+ community of course, but really it includes anybody who's disenfranchised, marginalized, or discriminated against for arbitrary, unjustifiable reasons.

I've said it before, and I think it bears repeating, that perhaps Bad Buddy's greatest gift is its normalization of the LGBTQ+ experience, while demonstrating that so many struggles of the human experience are common to us all.

For in looking past our differences to the commonalities that bind us, we take the first step toward creating a world that allows for differences to exist, without the discrimination that harms so many.

Pat and Pran found a way to surmount the opposition in their lives and live their own truth, and in doing so found their way to a very satisfying ending for their love story.

The message to us is that we can live our own truth too – and not only that, but also that we should live our own truth. Because ultimately it's what we deserve – just like everybody else. 💖

#bad buddy #bad buddy analysis #bad buddy allegory #bad buddy queer allegory #aof noppharnach chaiwimol #lgbtqia+#telomeke #patpran

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mamamittens · 11 months

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Sugar on Your Tongue (+18)

MarcoXAceXSanjiXZoro (implied main coupling of MarcoXAce and SanjiXZoro)

Warnings: Food play, dirty food puns implied, praise kink, oral sex, anal, spit roasting, double penetration, overstimulation, threesome, and then finally foursome(?).

Do NOT fuck (literally) with food, some things can have hazardous reactions or risks if they go inside an unconventional hole, so to speak, so be sure to be careful (or not do it at all if you're uncertain). This goes more for my folks with vaginas, but I can't imagine having food near your dick is good either (or your ass).

Consider this a piece for a loose event I'm doing this month at my leisure "A Slice of Pride". Could be just this or perhaps a few pieces of gay(LGBTQ+) ships in OP. This one just happens to have four (male) characters involved but I wouldn't count on me writing more exactly like this. That's a lot to juggle (elbow elbow laugh laugh).

Word Count: 4,535

There’s an art to making food look as delicious as it tastes.

Sanji knows this well, having been exceptional at making meals for years now. He’s fully capable of making mouth watering food from scraps or the highest quality groceries, depending on what he has on hand and if he’s making a point. And tonight is a special occasion.

So, he’s pulled out all the stops.

Sanji carefully wheeled the last cart into the room he had prepped ahead of time. The rest of the crew, unfortunately, wasn’t invited to this special dinner. The unconventional meal was chosen specifically with his guest in mind. The details had been hashed out and argued over repeatedly. Sanji, naturally, had wanted to treat it as an intimate dinner for the others.

Ace argued that he should, for once, treat himself as well.

The kitchen was nearly burned down and he lost his favorite button up shirt in the proceeding argument. Ace did, however, win in the end. Sanji, unable and unwilling to seriously argue against the tantalizing thought. Ace also played dirty, but when did he ever miss the opportunity to do that? There was some sort of bet Sanji had been left out of for who was going to ‘serve’ the food. Ace lost—although Sanji suspected foul play since Ace looked too excited about losing.

The room was perfectly set up with a raised table in the center, three pillows to sit on around it. Lights set to a warm, cozy ambiance with the view of a picturesque mountainside just outside the balcony doors, partially obscured with a paper partition. Ideally for privacy, not that Sanji expected them to think of it for long.

There was even a dedicated bathroom for cleanup later.

Ace strolled into the room, already naked, a smug smile on his lips as Zoro and Marco followed close behind. Water clung to him, falling from his hair down his shoulders and back. Before Sanji could complain about it—the mess or how hard ‘plating’ would be if Ace was still soaking wet—Ace’s body visibly heated up. Steam curling up as the water rapidly evaporated, the barest flickers of fire around his broad shoulders.

As Sanji was already aware, Ace didn’t have much in the way of body hair, which made this all a lot easier.

Marco adjusted his teal yukata, guiding Ace with a hand low on his back fondly.

Zoro smirked, sitting on one of the pillows expectantly, shrugging his arms free of his own green yukata as he watched.

“Think you can lay still for the whole meal, firefly?” Zoro asked with a grin, lifting up a ‘modesty cloth’. Ace huffed, accepting Marco’s hand as he stood on the table and laid down, his head resting on a silk pillow.

“Of course I can!” Ace sneered, snapping up the small cloth and draping it over his cock. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that the fabric refused to lay flat.

“Don’t fall asleep, Ace, or you’ll miss the whole thing.” Marco warned with a soft smile, sitting closest to Ace’s head and gently teasing his hair. Sanji lifted the lid of the appetizers. Dough and an assortment of sauces. “If you’re good, I’ll feed you too.” Marco teased.

“What? Was the plan to have me right here, smelling good food without a bite?!” Ace hissed, nearly rising up in protest before Zoro placed his hand firmly on Ace’s chest. Pinning him to the table easily. Ace’s breath visibly stuttered as he blushed, freckles sparking with embers as he laid back down without further prompting.

“Hey now, ero-cook worked hard for this food. Don’t make me restrain you for the whole meal.” Zoro warned with a sly grin, a muffled whine slipping free from Ace. Sanji grinned as well, lowering his ingredients to the floor for easy access.

“I’ve got rope under one of the carts if I need it.” Sanji warned softly, brushing his hand over Ace’s bare thigh, mere inches from the cloth that twitched. “But I won’t be needing that, will I?”

Marco cupped Ace’s burning cheeks, leaning down to kiss Ace, who lifted up his chin in an attempt to meet Marco halfway.

“No, you won’t be needing that, Chef. Ace knows how to be a good boy, don’t you?” Marco whispered, punctuating his sentence with soft kisses.

“Oh, he really does.” Sanji agreed, picking up a small bowl of butter and a brush. He painted a wide swath across Ace’s chest and ribs. Thoroughly coating the tan, freckled skin before putting down the brush to pick apart the dough. Small handfuls settled nicely in his palms as he broke them down into bite sizes. Each one being set on the prepped surface with a pleasant scent of frying bread rising. “Just lay still for me, pretty.” Sanji lifted up Ace’s hand and kissed his rough knuckles tenderly.

Ace sucked in a sharp breath, a few bits of dough sliding down his pecs before Zoro flicked his nipple. Ace instantly flinched, the air leaving his lungs sharply.

“Oi, what did he just say?” Zoro grumbled with a narrowed eye as Sanji reached over and delicately reset the pieces that moved. “We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet and you’re already trying shit, firefly?”

The heat picked up a notch and the bread starting frying faster. Sanji flicked the buttered brush over Ace’s forcefully steady chest, flipping over the bread as he went while adding more.

“Easy, moss-head. You’re the one trying to get ahead of himself here.” Sanji hissed, setting the bowls of sauces to the sides. A wide variety perfect for sampling from honey to spiced olive oil. Marco plucked one from low on Ace’s chest and swirled it in honey, teasingly letting it drip across the man’s ribs while Sanji clicked his tongue at the mess. They still had two courses to go and already they were making a mess. Zoro picked one himself and swiped it lightly across the dropped honey, mostly smearing it across as it started to brown.

Rolling his eyes. Sanji dropped a modest size of dough onto the mess and smeared the cool mass across the tainted surface. Ace visibly straining to not jolt under each touch. Once the honey fried bread was finished, Sanji dipped it in the spiced olive oil. The delicacy was surprisingly delicate, the bread fluffy and with a sweet aftertaste that followed the bite of the dried peppers.

Sanji smiled, still holding a generous portion of the ‘special’ fried bread as he broke off a piece and set it on his tongue. He locked eyes with Zoro who glanced at Ace and smirked, leaning forward to curl his hand around the back of Sanji’s head. Lips parting as he kissed Sanji greedily, thoroughly tasting the treat with a pleased groan. His tongue sliding across Sanji’s as the bread dissolved. Chasing the lingering traces aggressively in a way that made Sanji feel dizzy and hot. Sanji braced himself on Ace’s thigh by accident, the skin hot under his hand as he slipped further up, teasing the soft skin under the cloth.

Finally, when Ace whined, they broke away. Thick strings breaking as Zoro licked his lips.

“That tasted pretty good. Maybe I should give it a try?” Zoro asked picking up the spiced olive oil and letting it pool into Ace’s navel. Sanji offered him a handful of dough to play with before turning to Marco. The man locked eyes with Sanji, settling a piece of fried bread in Ace’s mouth when he tried to speak.

“Care to share, Chef?” Marco asked with a hungry smile. Sanji smiled, tearing off a piece and placing it in his mouth.

Marco was gentler, cupping Sanji’s cheek as he leaned in. Teasing Sanji’s lips wider with soft licks until he melted against Marco with a sigh. The bread falling apart between their tongues as Ace panted beneath them. Sanji pulled away to slip another piece of bread in and saw Zoro swirling the bread into a messy smear of honey and spiced olive oil low on Ace’s abdomen.

There was a soft, insistent tug on his own yukata.

Sanji looked down to a pleading Ace, Marco sharing an amused look.

“He looks so sad, doesn’t he? I think he’s earned a taste of the chef’s special, don’t you?” Marco asked leadingly. Sanji smiled, leaning down to drop the generous piece of bread onto Ace’s awaiting tongue, ignoring his throbbing cock as he chased it with a kiss. Ace moaned, struggling to keep the bread close to his lips for Sanji. Sanji groaned in appreciation, his tongue tangling around Ace’s as he sought something more elusive than the taste of fried bread.

Sanji could hear Zoro groan, a wet, messy kiss clear in the air above his head as he pulled away to slip the rest of the bread into Ace’s mouth for another taste. Ravenously chasing Ace’s moans as he struggled to stay still long after the bread was gone from either of their mouths.

Sanji pulled away slowly, tongue hanging as Ace panted for air, head lifting up to lap at his lips for more.

“Whoops.” Zoro said dryly. Sanji looked up from Ace’s insistent lips, ignoring the soft whine. Marco licked Zoro’s lips and leaned back with a smirk.

“Looks like we’re out of bread.” Marco sighed, licking his lips with a pleased grin. Sanji huffed, looking at the bowl of dough to find it was, indeed, empty. It hadn’t been full to start with, but still.

“Greedy.” Sanji rolled his eyes and grabbed a wet rag sitting in a bowl of cold water. Delicately, he cleaned up the surface of Ace’s chest from the messy aftermath of their ‘tasting’. Ace hissed, fabric over his clearly erect cock jerking again as the cold fabric passed over his skin with a hiss of steam. Still despite this, Sanji methodically cleaned up the mess.

Sanji stood up and exchanged the ‘bread’ trays with the main course. Thin slices of meat and vegetables. Perfect for frying and eating, though cautiously, with their bare hands. Each one seasoned to perfection and lacking only the oil and heat.

Now confident that Ace was clean enough to cook on, Sanji sat back down. He picked up a clean brush and layered on oil, watching it as the liquid heated up before setting down the raw meat slices and lines of vegetables. The meat sizzled, the air becoming warmer as the spice grew thick. It was a wide variety of meat that Sanji had prepared, sticking to the ‘tasting’ theme of the meal. The vegetables having soaked in an identical mixture as the meats to prevent any contamination before cooking.

Zoro was the first to pluck a thick strand of meat, sea king by the looks of it, and eating it in one bite. Marco went next, grabbing a thin slice of onion and beef, twisting the two together to give to Ace. Ace looked pleased, grinning and trying to look down without moving his chest to pick his own slices.

Sanji slapped his raised hand lightly, chastising him before selecting a thin ribbon of pork and several vegetables to make a wrap the size of three fingers. He offered the hot bundle to Ace, sliding it onto his mouth as he delicately bit it in half. Swallowing and pulling in the other half with his tongue, teasingly swiping Sanji’s thumb before nipping it. Sanji hissed, pulling back with a smile as he fed himself.

Zoro gave Ace a contemplative look before grabbing a wide, thin slice of sea king meat. Marco, suspecting something, was quick to put his hands on Ace’s shoulders.

Zoro tugged off the small cloth that was previously doing a poor job of hiding Ace’s straining cock and Sanji’s eyes widened.

Before Zoro could act out his lewd thought, Sanji slapped his hand.

“Do that and it’ll stick to him, moss-head!” Sanji hissed, reaching for the oil brush. Zoro grinned as Sanji considered how best to cover Ace.

His cock was, unsurprisingly, thick and hard. Precum leaking at the top. Sanji reached down and swiped over the head. Clearing it for his brush to swirl around the tip and down the sides. Sanji took the meat Zoro still had pinched between his fingers and molded it around Ace’s cock. Ace gasping as the cold, wet meat started sizzling instantly.

“I knew you could be good for us.” Marco praised with a lewd grin, offering Ace another strip of cooked meat as a reward before leaning down and kissing him.

“Well, are you going to waste it?” Sanji asked Zoro.

Zoro snorted, smirking as he settled over Ace’s legs. Zoro gripped Ace’s hips firmly, ignoring the heat as he dipped his head down. Sanji plucked a strip of meat off Ace’s chest as he moaned loudly into Marco’s lips, jerking against the two forces keeping him pinned down.

Sanji pressed his hand over Zoro’s head teasingly, forcing him to keep deepthroating Ace for a few more seconds. Taking advantage of the unexpected rise in temperature, Sanji swiped more seared meat and vegetables before the burned. Finally, he let go with a laugh, Zoro pulling away with a wet slurp.

Zoro glared at him, wiping his mouth as Marco pulled away as well, panting for air.

“How’d it taste, Zoro?” Marco asked. Zoro smirked and leaned over Ace to pull Marco in for a kiss. Sanji huffed, having lost access to literally the entirety of Ace’s body while the two shared the ‘taste’. Sanji reached down and blindly ran his hand along Zoro’s thigh, brushing his cock as he searched for Ace’s.

“Is he always so damn greedy, firefly?” Sanji complained, hand wrapping around Ace’s hot cock. Ace jerked, groaning and twitching under Sanji’s hand.

“Yesss~!” Ace whined. “S-Such a damn tease!”

Marco and Zoro broke away, the two smirking down at Ace.

“You just like to complain, don’t you baby?” Marco cooed, reaching down to free his cock from under his yukata. “Better shut up before you get into real trouble.” Marco tilted Ace’s head back, brushing the head of his cock over Ace’s lips as he obliged, taking it without complaint despite Maro’s tease.

“You’re turn, ero-cook.” Zoro said, gesturing to Ace’s cock weeping over Sanji’s fist.

Sanji grinned at Ace’s moan, roughly wiping Ace’s cock clean for another layer of oil for the meat.

He selected a nice, thick slice of fillet before curling around Ace’s hard cock. The end flipped over his leaking tip. Zoro moved, backing away from the table completely as Sanji took his place. When it reached a nice, hot pink color, Sanji gripped Ace’s tapered hips and leaned down. Lapping at the end of the fillet slice to tease a thick drop of precum that dripped down the side of his cock and meat.

Pleased with the delicious sight before him, Sanji opened his mouth and took Ace’s cock in deep. Hot, sizzling meat trapped against his tongue as he swallowed hungrily. The delicately spiced meat mixing with a slightly salty aftertaste. Ace moaned loud around Marco’s cock as Sanji felt hands slide up his thighs.

“Feels good being our good boy, doesn’t it?” Marco sighed as Sanji tried to pull up off Ace’s cock. The thickness difficult to swallow around to take in the meat, but a firm hand stopped him.

“Nope.” Zoro snickered behind him, a slick hand teasing the rim of his ass. “It’s time you really enjoyed your meal like our firefly. Don’t you want to be a good boy too?” Sanji moaned, nearly choking as Zoro slipped in a thick finger, teasing Sanji’s ass open slowly.

Sanji swallowed thickly, working his tongue down to pull in the fillet as Ace moaned, jerking in Sanji’s mouth. The temperature of Ace’s cock cooled considerably as Sanji squeezed his hips, much to Sanji’s appreciation. Though it spiked every time Sanji swallowed hard, slowly drawing the fillet up his cock. Zoro still teased open Sanji, slipping in another two fingers while he desperately worked to make it easier on himself, sucking in harsh breaths through is nose with a whine.

“Why don’t you do a little prep work while you’re down there, lovely?” Marco cooed a metal bowl brushing Sanji’s hand. Blindly, head still forced onto Ace’s cock, Sanji brushed his hand up into the bowl.

Oil, thick and cool under his touch.

Sanji slipped his tongue along the underside of Ace’s cock, aware that the taste of salt was beginning to overtake the spiced fillet as he slowly pulled it apart. With his now slick hand, Sanji reached down to Ace’s thigh, smearing the oil up to the tensed muscles of his ass. Balls hot and heavy just above his rim.

Zoro scissored open his fingers and Sanji slipped in his middle finger, moaning along with Ace. Sanji groaned as Ace came hard, nearly choking from the force of his cum hitting the back of Sanji’s throat. Swallowing hard to not waste a drop, the last of the fillet slipping free as Zoro pressed hard against his prostate.

Sanji moaned, spilling cum across the table and Ace’s trembling thighs as Zoro laughed, massaging harder to milk his reaction.

Sanji slipped in another finger as Ace whined thickly.

“Is he doing a good job for you, baby?” Marco cooed, “You should see it, such a pretty sight with both your mouths full.” Marco praised as Zoro let go of Sanji’s head to rip off their yukatas.

Sanji swallowed the last of Ace’s cum and lifted his head with a gasp, choking softly as Zoro pulled the fabric away from his back.

Sanji blinked, face red as he panted. Marco pulled his wet cock free from Ace’s mouth, finally letting him breath as well.

“You’ve done beautifully… I think it’s time the chef retires for dessert.” Marco said, leaning over to kiss Sanji’s panting lips. Licking across his tongue as he kissed him deep for several moments. “Mmm, even better than the first taste~” Marco sighed.

Marco stood up and took away the mostly empty trays of meat and vegetables, giving Sanji the cold rag to clean up again. Sanji, dizzy and thrilled at where this could be going, carefully cleaned up Ace’s now reasonably hot chest. Zoro back to fondling his ass and stroking his sides, kissing up his back.

Sanji finished with some difficulty, Zoro thoroughly keeping him distracted with soft kisses along his spine. Zoro reached down and lifted up Ace’s limp legs over Sanji’s hips. Raising him up so he could grip under his ass and fist Sanji’s cock with a slick hand. He jerked it over Sanji’s throbbing dick, making sure to wet the head before pressing it between Ace’s cheek. Bullying Sanji into Ace, his own cock hot against Sanji’s thigh.

Ace threw back his head and moaned as Marco returned with a tray from the ‘dessert’ cart.

“Ready, Sanji?” Zoro huffed into Sanji’s ear, gripping his ass cheeks and slowly forcing him to hilt into Ace.

Sanji groaned, head rolling onto Zoro’s shoulder.

“Yesss!” Sanji hissed, feeling the moment Zoro slipped the thick head of his cock in with a pop. Zoro pressed his hips against Sanji, forcing them both to hilt completely as Ace whined sharply.

Sanji opened his eyes and looked down at Ace.

Marco was taking a dallop of whip cream and flicking it over Ace’s chest. The thick mixture slapping over his nipples and down towards his navel in clumps. Then Marco took a spoonful of chocolate syrup and drizzled it over the right side down to the furthest spot of whip cream before repeating it with caramel on the other side. Some falling onto Ace’s leaking cock.

Then, Marco took a sift of powdered sugar and covered Ace’s chest with it lightly, looking quite pleased with himself. Once that was done, he placed cherries over where Ace’s nipples were and looked at Sanji.

“Well, dig in.” Marco invited, setting the dessert tools to the side and lazily fisting his cock with a smug look.

Sanji looked down at Ace, the man flustered and hungry.

Zoro snapped his hips against Sanji’s ass, cock thrusting in deep like he could forget it was there.

“Hurry up, ero-cook! Before I make you!” Zoro hissed.

Sanji clicked his tongue, leaning down to lap at the messy pile of whip cream with chocolate drizzles. Tip of his tongue reaching in deep enough to lick up Ace’s pec.

“Food’s meant to be enjoyed, moss-head.” Sanji sighed, licking up Ace’s nipple and a mouthful of whip cream with a cherry. Ignoring the mess he was making, Sanji leaned up and kissed Ace, feeding him the sweet treat. Cherry slipping down Ace’s tongue as Zoro started rutting against him.

They both moaned, Sanji falling onto Ace’s chest from the tight clench around his cock and the thick length that buried into his ass. Smearing the mix around as Zoro starting fucking them faster.

“How’s the dessert, Zoro?” Marco asked, Sanji moaning as something dripped down his back. A hot tongue chasing up again as Zoro groaned, pace unrelenting.

“Fucking delicious.” Ace wrapped his tongue around Sanji’s as he grabbed his hair. “Y-You should try it.”

“I think I will~” Marco cooed, freeing Sanji’s hair from Ace’s grip before pushing on Sanji’s shoulders. Raising him up gently. Sanji panted, cock throbbing as he realized the mess that was Ace’s and his own chest. A smear of whip cream, chocolate, and caramel. A single cherry now half buried near Ace’s throat. Marco gripped his cock and scooped up a generous serving, taking the cherry with it. “Good boy~” Marco praised as Ace eagerly lifted up his head to receive the treat.

Marco lowered his head and licked up Sanji’s chest. Greedily feasting on the dessert and softly biting his chest. Sanji moaned, perfectly trapped in the pleasure and sticky mess. Cream melting and dripping down towards his cock.

Marco took in a mouthful of mixed cream and sucked against his chest, tongue teasing a nipple as Zoro roughly pinched the other clean. Noisily licking his fingers next to Sanji’s ear over the wet sound of sex.

“Such a fucking tasty treat~” Zoro moaned, gripping Sanji’s waist to fuck him harder. “Going to be good for us? C’mon, Sanji, take it all!” Zoro licked across Sanji’s shoulder and bit down hard. Slamming into the hilt as hot cum filled him, dripping down his thighs from the excess.

Not done yet, Zoro forced Sanji out from Ace, the other whining at the loss.

Zoro lifted Sanji’s thighs and pinned them to his slick chest. Thick cock still wedged into his ass, Sanji was lowered down further and gasped. Looking down, Sanji realized Marco was holding up Ace’s cock, smearing it in the mess of cum and cream.

Encouraging Sanji’s ass to take both.

Marco grinned, panting hotly as he looked at Sanji.

“Be a good boy now, and take it.” Marco moaned, licking up more cream to slip it over Sanji’s hanging tongue.

With difficultly, Ace’s thick head slipped in besides Zoro’s, all three of them moaning sharply. Sanji jerked, cumming across his chest in a thick spurt as Ace slipped in deeper still. Zoro hissed, gripping his thighs in a bruising grip as Sanji was seated firmly on Ace’s lap.

Sanji quivered, panting and whining as he was stretched open so wide. Ace moaning beneath them as Marco chuckled.

“Isn’t he so fucking pretty when he falls apart?” Zoro asked. Marco hummed darkly, pulling away from Sanji finally.

“Hmmm, he really is. Ready for the final course?” Marco purred, licking Sanji’s wet lips.

“Y-Yes~! O-Oooh fuck yes, please!” Sanji begged, eyes watering as his cock sprang to life.

“Looks like you get seconds, Ace.” Marco cooed, pulling away and releasing Ace’s mouth from his cock. Ace panted, face red as he swallowed hard before looking up at Sanji. Eagerly, he lifted himself up, contorting to lick up Sanji’s chest.

“You’re so tight, Sanji. Do you like how it feels?” Ace asked roughly, tongue making quick work of the smeared mess along Sanji’s abs and chest. “You taste almost as good as you feel, fuck!” Ace whined as Zoro moved back, Ace’s cock nearly slipping out as he followed hastily.

Marco was quick to scoop up Ace’s thighs, shoving him up against Sanji as he yelped. The sound pulled into a moan as Marco sank into him

Ace moaned wetly against Sanji’s neck, leaning up to kiss Zoro as Marco lightly bounced him on his cock. The two cocks throbbing as Zoro set a slow pace against Ace’s harsh rocks. Marco smiled over Ace’s shoulder, leaning in to lick Sanji’s lips as he fucked Ace harder.

Sanji moaned, rapidly approaching another orgasm with his cock slipping in sticky cream between Ace’s hot body and his own.

“A-Ah! Aahhn ff-fuck ah-ah-ooooh FUCK!” Sanji cursed, lapping at Marco’s tongue as he was overwhelmed. Ace whined into his ear against Zoro’s mouth, cumming with Sanji as they were both railed into harder. Sanji shakily reached out and gripped at whoever he could reach. Fingers slipping in melted whip cream as he was smashed into Ace, Zoro and Marco leaning against each other to fuck them both harder. Overstimulation blurring with pleasure and the slight pain of being fucked open so wide.

Ace whined, panting and kissing Zoro and Sanji’s neck messily, babbling in a cock-drunk stupor.

“M-Marco! Marco! Ahhnn fffuck Marco—Z-Zoro-oooh~!” Ace jerked his head back, sobbing loud with tears streaming down his cheeks as Marco kissed his shoulders, finally allowing Sanji to breath.

Only for Zoro to reach up and yank back his hair for a messy kiss, still intent on fucking Sanji breathless with Ace.

“R-Ready to be a good boy?” Marco panted, it was unclear who he was addressing as Zoro broke away from the kiss.

“Y-Yeess! Hnngh~!” Ace whined, reached up to grab Sanji’s face and kiss him as he came again, Marco grunting with a hiss as Zoro slammed into Sanji one last time. The amount of cum practically falling free despite Sanji squeezing the two cocks hard in another orgasm.

Sanji whined, clutching Marco as Zoro slowly pumped his cock in deeper.

“So pretty and sweet~” Marco praised hoarsely, licked across Sanji’s sullied skin.

Gently, Ace and Zoro pulled out from Sanji’s body. Kissing and stroking his skin softly. Ace collapsed onto the table panting but practically glowing, a pleased smirk on his face.

Zoro chuckled, leaning back with Sanji draped over his lap. He whistled sharply.

“Fuck, you two made a mess.” Zoro pressed a kiss to Sanji’s cheek. “…You still hungry, firefly?”

Sanji moaned in surprise and looked down at Ace, who looked very hungry still. Marco leaning back and licking his sticky fingers with a grin.

Ace looked down with a smirk.

“Oh yeah. I can go for seconds.” Ace purred, Sanji following his gaze down Sanji’s chest. Down to where his cock throbbed, covered in a mix of sauces and whip cream.

Sanji couldn’t hold back his whimper, blood hot for more despite himself.

#one piece smut #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #black leg sanji #ronoroa zoro #ace smut #marco smut #sanji smut #zoro smut #a slice of pride #I was very ambitious with the amount of dicks I could involve here #*Insert crude sex joke here*

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 2 years

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Q&A With Mayor Bill Peduto

Featuring former Mayor of the City of Pittsburgh, Bill Peduto

I must have interviewed mayor Bill Peduto dozens of times over his eight years in office and for good reason. I was a chief news correspondent for the local TV affiliate and mayor Peduto was recently bested in a bid for a nearly unprecedented third term in office. Over the years, I’ve blogged about him because of his involvement in LGBTQ affairs and his major achievements. But this is the first time I get to interview him personally in his office.

When I arrived at his office, his receptionist greeted me and told me to have a seat while she inform the mayor I was here. When his door opened, mayor Peduto quickly did a once over on me before saying "Welcome Mr. Dawson, come on in."

I do believe the good mayor likes what he sees I thought as followed him. He shut the door behind me and asked me to take a seat. I studied mayor Peduto for the first time when he sat down. Your typical older white male in his late 50s, brilliant build, big ole tits, belly, big feet and that beard. I just love the beard, I think it adds to his appeal. Plus he's dapper as fuck, close to his mom, isn’t married or have a girl friend. So that only fuels my fantasy that he Bill is closeted. I decided that I might just have some fun with him. I always had a thing for older guys.

"I don't intend to run for office again," The stout old man responded 15 minutes in to our interview.

“Really for 2023, I’ll be more than likely setting up shop as a consultant and taking on about four to six clients. Take some time off, travel, maybe write a book about 21st-century urban economics." Peduto confessed.

He'd taken a slow deep breathe when I said it. A feral smile arose internally. My cock hardened as I wonder how many times he’s had to wipe a man's semen off that beard. Or maybe he swallows. I’d love to find out. His eyes locked onto the slight bulge of my pants.

“I’d like to teach.” He added, his eyes still on my crotch. Knowing that mayor Peduto was watching me as I played with my dick, thrilled me more and more. My huge pecker grew harder and even began to throb and jerk.

“As for Peduto personally? Are you married?” I asked, his voice suddenly almost breathless from sexual excitement, knowing the answer.

“No. Never been married.” Mayor Peduto answered.

"Well, I'm gay," I said proudly. “And fucked the hell out of each one until they didn’t want sex any more and I would tell them to hit the road. No use having a wife if you can’t fuck her.”

Mayor Peduto's face turned red and just nodded his head as to agree with me. But I knew what was going on in his head. He's debating if he should propose an exchange for sex or not. We sat there for an awkward minute as he had his internal struggle so I chose to take things further. I got up and walked over to a wall with his accolades. He turned slightly in his chair and I saw his bulge. I had him right where I wanted him. He sat there, not knowing what to do next. I guess it was up to me to do most of the heavy lifting in this "deal." I turned, grabbed in an effort to show the old doctor just how damn big his pecker was and asked, "What do you do for sex?”

“Don’t you ever jack off?” I asked as

Mayor Peduto shook his head no as he leaned even closer to me as though my crotch was a magnet drawing him to it. So I took a small step towards him. He didn't budge, but his lower lip seem to quiver a bit. As if words were trying to be formed but my now sexual presence was suffocating them.

“You want to come over and get a closer look at it?” I asked with my voice shaking with sexual excitement at the thought of Mayor Peduto touching my cock. Suddenly I wanted it to be touched by Mayor Peduto more than anything else in the world.

Mayor Peduto hesitated before settling into his leather chair. I could almost see the gears in his head. Was I being facetious, he was thinking.

“Come on and take a close look at it. I don’t mind.” I called out excitedly.

He looked right at me, but instead of feeling embarrassed or angry, he simply pulled his cock out of his slacks. I could see the precum glistening on the tip. My cock was as expected stretching my shorts, he kept his eyes fixed on me, my mouth was drying up, I licked my lips desperately just as Mayor Peduto stood up, his shorts fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. His cock must have been 7" thick. He lowered his hand onto his cock, stroking the full length, his loose hanging balls moved back and forth, and dropped to his knees in front of me.

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered as he stared loving at my cock.

Mayor Peduto quickly reached his hand out, closed his fingers round my cock and slowly began to manipulate his hand back and forth over my cock. Suddenly I felt his wet tongue slide over it, my cock poked against his throat as his hands cupped my butt cheeks.

“Yes!” I moaned softly. I looked down at him and the view was hot. I saw past his broad shoulders down his back, his hairy ass was sticking out, with his equally hairy calves spread out beneath.

Mayor Peduto slid his tongue up the underside of my shaft and wrapped it around the head, sucking vigorously. Fuck! For a 57 yr. old, he sure could suck! He must have been thinking about this for years. He swallowed more and more of my cock, deeper into his hungry mouth. I was finding it hard to hold back as his hand grabbed my nuts, squeezing them tight while his head bobbed up and down my prick. I grabbed his head firmly in my hands and began fucking his face furiously.

Suddenly I took delight in forcing my dick slowly down Mayor Peduto’s throat. I expected at any moment that the mayor would gag, but he didn't. He kept swallowing my big cock inch by inch. And the deeper his dick reached down the mayor’s throat the better it felt. I felt myself tense up and with one final thrust against his face, my cock spewing deep down his throat and he was swallowing it!

Mayor Peduto just looked up and smiled lovely as my cum began to run down his face and drip off his beard. Then with me watching, mayor Peduto leaned back against his desk spread his legs wide and began to masturbate it madly. I quickly dropped to my knees between his legs, my hands stroked their way up his inner thighs as I kissed the tip of his leaking cock. It throbbed and grew as I held it firm at the base and began sucking it. The mixed scent of his sweat and my saliva was making me hard again as he spread his legs wider. I knew then that I would be inside him. This urged me to suck him faster, I played with his nuts as my mouth swallowed his cock.

"I'm gonna... cu..um!" Mayor Peduto whispered as I slid his cock out of my mouth and began jerking it furiously. He groaned loudly and began to shoot, his cock exploded in my hand and the cum landed all over.

When he stopped shooting, I licked his cock clean as he was breathing like a maniac. He seemed exhausted, but Bill had got me hard again. Pushing him back on to his desk, I lifted his legs over my shoulder and moved my face closer to his ass. I stuck out my tongue and slid it through the sweaty hairy crack. The scent drove me wild as I continued licking him for what seemed like ages. Bill wasn't even moving, it was like he was totally gone.

I reached for the lube I kept in case such occasion should arise and lubed my cock. I then started lubing his hole, putting first one finger, and then two in him. He moaned and shuddered. I brushed my tongue against his hole a few times before I pressed my cock against his hole and slowly pushed in.

"Easy, easy..." Bill moaned as I slid in further. I ignored his cries until I was completely inside him, my sweaty nuts pressing hard against his ass. I looked at the sweat glistening on his forehead as he was slowly adjusting to me.

After a few moments, I began fucking him nice and slow, my cock sliding in and out of his manhole. It was time to give him the fucking of his life as I pulled him in close and started to pick up the pace, hearing him gasp. I braced myself against him and really got into it. Instantly hit the right spot as he was suddenly moaning in delight with his cock coming to life. I was more excited than I had ever been as I eagerly thrust into him. It was heaven. I had wanted this for so long and now it was reality. He was really gasping and moaning in pure pleasure.

"Fuck me, yes...fuck me, fuck me harder." Bill moaned.

This was all the invitation I needed. I wrapped my arms around his legs tighter while fucking him at an increasingly harder pace. It was so erotic, feeling his large solid body tremble with the force of each thrust. He was moaning and babbling incoherently with pleasure. I was getting closer, my balls were tight in my sac and my body was trembling as I fucked his hairy old ass raw. I was consumed with lust when I suddenly my cock exploded inside him. I could feel each stream of cum shoot deep inside him. As my cock softened, I pulled out and a whole load of cum spilled with it.

We lay there breathing hard and totally spent, but satisfied. We became lovers, and he and I managed to find time throughout my visit to fuck like wild rabbits.

#Q&A With Mayor Bill Peduto #Bill Peduto #fan fiction #american politician #politician

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What I think should happen in 6a:

Buck needs to be single for a while, and intentionally so. Like, he's actively chosen to hit pause on searching for The One. He realizes he's been seeking validation via the way a significant other sees him, and if a significant other sees him as worthy and valuable, then he is those things. And if he doesn't have that person in his life he feels stagnant and unworthy. I want to see him learning self-validation rather than just waiting for the next someone to come along so he can latch on and wait for them to fill all the voids in his life. Also, I kinda hc him as quietly comfortable with an attraction to men so I don't feel like that plot needs to be addressed during his Pause On Dating era.

Meanwhile, for Eddie:

I'd like for this trip to Texas to face his father and address pre-military and pre-marriage traumas to also be the beginning of him dealing with internalized homophobia and the fact that he's not actually the straight man he was "supposed to be." I want to see him lift that pressure off of himself over the course of 6a. And since I don't want Buck's 6a storyline to involve romantic love or dating at all, I'd like at least some of Eddie's storyline to be about easing into the notion of dating as a gay man. Not seriously, but as a . . . 'getting back out there' thing. I'd like to see him optimistically realizing that his romantic future isn't already doomed to failure. Maybe toward the end of 6a it would be nice to see him not freak out when a guy hits on him. Maybe asks him out for coffee. Obviously I don't want Eddie to get another SERIOUS love interest who isn't Buck, but it would be nice to see him comfortably flirt, perhaps go on a few dates with a guy.

Buck achieves better mental health by not dating while Eddie achieves better mental health by finally dipping a toe into the right dating pool. Opposite paths to personal growth. Then 6b can be about watching these much healthier versions of themselves dance around their feelings for eachother--even perhaps in an amusingly awkward way at first.

[And for everyone else: Madney growing back together, Hen's journey with Med School, way more development for Ravi and/or Albert, and Bathena continuing to be everyone's loving Mom and Dad.]

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #the long and winding road #traumatized idiots dealing with their shit #such fun to watch #she says while crying into her bucket of tears #it's a really full bucket #I'm gonna need another bucket soon

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So the only thing I've managed to write recently is Rincey being gay for me. Oh well.

It was Sensible Wizard Wednesday, although the name still needed some workshopping. What it meant in practical terms was that Rincewind, Ponder, Rowan and the Librarian were spending the evening in the Mended Drum, getting ratted and bitching about their colleagues.

“Ook, oook.”

“Gosh really, I thought he’d stopped that. I’ll make a note,” Ponder said.

“Wait a minute” - Rincewind hiccuped - “’scuse me. Aren’t you in charge of that sort of thing? Why are we all still having to ask the Archchancellor personally for replacement pencils?”

“I factor stationery into the HEM budget and just hope it lasts the year.” He paused. “Alright, what do you do?”

“Borrow ‘em from Rowan. Simple.”

Attention turned to the geomancer. He took another sip of cider*. “Honest answer? Don’t get mad but I steal them from Ridcully.”

*0% proof and very little evidence. There was probably marginally more alcohol in the average glass of water.

“Oook?”

Rowan shrugged. “Like this.”

He frowned briefly in concentration and faded. Except that wasn’t quite the right word for it. Rowan was still there, but he was background – a patch of uninteresting colour against the wall, no more relevant than the rings their glasses left on the table.

It was just a hedge witch trick that most wizards were too proud for, but Rincewind still found himself amazed. Up until then he hadn’t been sure it was possible for Rowan to be background. Sure, he was small enough to get lost behind furniture, but after you’d noticed him, it wasn’t like you’d just stop. Not with that grin or the giggle that turned into a snort or that sweet lost look he got if you tried talking to him while he was cleaning his glasses or-

Oh.

Oh no.

He can’t be in love. It’s against the Lore and it’s inconvenient as hell and it’s not like Rowan would even feel the same way. It has to be the booze, it has to be.

Love isn’t the only thing you’re feeling.

“Eh?”

“What?”

“Oook?”

“You alright, Rince?”

It’s me, your libido, and I’m telling you that-

Rincewind shot up. “No! No, not happening.” He finally registered the concerned faces. “I’m fine, the drink’s just hitting a bit hard. Think I’d better go back and get my head down.”

And you could ask Rowan to join you.

“Shut up!”

Rincewind fled with impressive speed considering his legs were no longer on speaking terms with his brain. It went quite well for two streets until he ran face first into a wall that had leapt into his path.

He stared blankly at the bricks. Someone was shouting his name, which was never a good sign. He should run away, but that involved figuring out things like directions and knees.

“There you are, you bloody idiot. Come on, mate. Up we come.”

Rincewind let himself be dragged to his feet. Just his luck that is was Rowan who had chased after him.

“Let’s get you home, alright?”

“Mmph,” Rincewind agreed. He collapsed across his friend’s shoulders and resigned himself to the inevitable.

Gods alone knew how about five foot of fat wrapped in a wizard’s robe managed to get the gangly uncoordinated scarecrow of a failed mage back to the university. Rincewind vaguely remembered getting carried up Scholar’s Entry in a fireman’s lift, then dropped onto the grass on the other side.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had cared enough to walk him home, let alone put him to bed. So when Rowan lit the bedside lamp and tried to straighten up, Rincewind caught his hand.

“-”

Their eyes met. He wanted to say stay, wanted to believe this could mean more than just kindness to a colleague. He wanted it so badly that he couldn’t be true.

“Can I kiss you?”

Rincewind wasn’t sure if it was his beer or his libido that had got the words out. It didn’t matter. Rowan froze, mouth open, for just long enough for panic to take over from the initial shock.

“Ask me again tomorrow. When you’re sober.” Rowan squeezed his hand and left, closing the door softly behind him.

Well. That could have gone worse.

Rincewind barely had time to blow the lamp out before he fell asleep, still fully dressed.

Grey light filtered in through the gap in the curtains. Rincewind groaned. Then memories of last night started filtering through his consciousness. He groaned louder. Maybe if he buried himself under the covers and went back to sleep, it wouldn’t have happened.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been curled up in a haze of alcohol and regret when he heard the knock at the door.

“Gnh.”

“Rince? You decent?”

The door creaked as Rowan opened it. Rincewind curled up tighter and wished he could do the man’s disappearing trick.

“Hangover?” Rowan asked softly.

“Mmh.” Maybe that would get rid of him.

There was a faint rattle of china. “I guessed. Can we get you sat up?”

Rincewind uncurled a little and peeked out from under the covers. Like last night, he was gently manhandled upright, and Rowan had the same soft look in his eyes as he passed him a mug of something hot.

Rincewind sipped it and made a face.

“Aye, it’s not nice, but I want you sober.”

He forced down another couple of mouthfuls. Rowan looked rumpled in a four-hours-in-bed-zero-hours-asleep way and had dark rings around his eyes. Rincewind hoped that wasn’t because of him being a bloody idiot last night.

Neither man said anything until the mug was empty. Rowan took it from unresisting hands and placed it on the bedside table. He fiddled with the hem of his sleeve.

“Look about last night-”

“I wanted to-”

They both stopped.

“You start,” Rincewind said.

“What you said last night.” Rowan licked his lips nervously. “Would. Would you ask me again?”

The apology that had been hovering somewhere between Rincewind’s brain and his mouth stalled, panicked, and ran off to hide somewhere. With no other part of Rincewind’s psyche willing to fill in, his libido took its chance.

Take his hand and pull him down to you. Now open your mouth a little.

With no better ideas, Rincewind listened.

Rowan’s answer, it turned out, was a very enthusiastic yes.

#rat wizard #is this good? eh...#does it make me happy? yes #and that's what matters #fuck fuck fuck to ward off this turning up in tags

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Imo I'm not bothered by the teens having sex in gone, mainly because when I was a teen it was the only thing aimed at teens that even mentioned teens having sex (atleast that was at my library), which I liked because I was annoyed at how other media or books acted like teens never even have sexual thoughts.

(and I never interpreted the situations as being anti sex, but anti unsafe sex, which while not great is better than the books and mg taking and abstains only approach)

yeah honestly the scenes themselves kinda icked me but like for the sake of realism it made COMPLETE sense for those characters to have sex and it didn't really bother me that they did. although it is very funny to me that the messaging of the gone series on unsafe sex is basically "use a condom or you'll get pregnant with the antichrist," which, fair, some people need to hear that. i think when i read the GONE series it was the only book in my school library that had stuff about teen sex in it beyond just ~fade to black~ but the public library. hooo boy i read some shit.

it's also good in that teens should be able to see themselves in fiction and adolescence generally involves a great deal of exploring sexuality like who you're attracted to, dealing with people being attracted to you and stuff like that (i'm ace so don't quote me on that lmao.) but books catering towards that demographic rarely explicitly acknowledge sex in the way that gone does. most teen romance novels are just romance, and so examples of sex in literature as a teen is like weird scenes in class reading, fanfiction, adult novels, and implied sex in YA books. i really wish there were more books that dealt with exploring sexuality as a teen (straight sexuality in particular. i've read tons of gay/lesbian books that deal with sexual awakening but like 0 straight ones. might be what i tend to read but eh.) because that would help lift the stigma around having sex/expressing sexuality as a teen and also maybe brief young teens who haven't gone through it yet on what to expect.

gone does a good job of showing that it's ok and normal for teens to want sex and experience sexuality. it would have been nice if the series had been able to incorporate stuff about consent before/during sex as well as non-straight sex but honestly it's not michael grant's job to give people sex ed.

#asks #star speaks #this was a fun ask! thank you!! much food for thought #gone series

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COVID: Queer Nightlife skipped a beat for my generation

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/covid-queer-nightlife-skipped-a-beat-for-my-generation/

COVID: Queer Nightlife skipped a beat for my generation

QNews’ youngest contributor reflects on the experience of the generation who entered the queer scene in the middle of COVID restrictions.

It has now become a regular saying in the Sydney gay scene that the strip “isn’t what it used to be.”

Talk to anybody over the age of 25 about how they think nightlife on Oxford Street is faring in 2024 and their response will more than likely involve an eyeroll.

The pandemic brought everything to a screeching halt in 2020, and now that we are on the other side of what is perhaps the biggest global event since WWII, it is no secret that much of our society is still in recovery mode.

This is very personal for me. As someone who works five nights a week as a bartender on Oxford Street, and as a journalist for a queer magazine. I live and breathe the gay nightlife scene in Sydney.

But I have only ever experienced Sydney’s queer nightlife post-COVID so will never be able to compare the pre and post pandemic experience.

So what exactly happened to the scene over COVID?

The lasting impact of the pandemic seems to be a topic that we can never escape, but simultaneously hate to talk about.

We are all dealing with a collective trauma that few could have seen coming.

We are still coming to grips with how to handle this, and the fallout is evident.

Hospitality has been one of the industries that is taking the longest to bounce back.

The pandemic was a kill shot for nightlife all over the world, and that still poses a significant problem for the queer scene.

For so many of us licensed venues are the beating heart of our community and where we find our identity: not just in Australia but all over the world.

The queer scene in every major city is defined by the nightlife district they have to offer.

Sydney has its Rainbow Precinct, London its Soho, New York its West Village.

Having worked on Oxford Street for 12 months, if there is one thing I have learnt about the scene, it is that one weekend will never be like the previous one, nor will it be anything like the next.

The strip is influenced by so many different factors that it is impossible to predict with any degree of certainty what any given night will look like.

This is what gives Oxford Street its charm, as one of Sydney’s most vital arteries keeping the city’s nightlife vibrant and intoxicating.

When travellers visit Sydney, any local who really knows the city will tell them to pay Oxford Street a visit if they want a good night out.

That is because we do it like nobody else, and have that chaotically unique reputation to uphold. This energy never left Oxford Street.

Even In the middle of the pandemic we all still found ways to connect, even if that meant watching drag shows over Zoom with a bottle of wine or Face Timing our Good Judies for hours on end just to have the decent shit talk with friends that we would normally enjoy on a good night out.

Queer nightlife returns

Despite its unpredictability, what has been a trend in the scene is its steady regrowth since the pandemic.

What started as embers when lockdown was lifted has very slowly been fanned into a bonfire, which we are now working hard to maintain.

Most of Sydney’s iconic queer venues have reopened, a plethora of new shows and events seem to be appearing almost every day, and through 2024 we should have the other side of the strip reactivated after many years behind construction hoardings.

Yet there is still constant talk of the scene being “dead,” as if it is unable to even light a candle to what it used to be.

I have several responses to this. To start with, these conversations more often than not have some type of blame attached to the younger generation; something along the lines of “they don’t know how to have fun anymore.”

And to be fair, the scene shrunk significantly post-COVID. Since 2020, we have been putting a Band-Aid over a bullet hole in our best attempt of breathing life back into the hospitality industry.

The state of the world that we are still in today is the result of a disease that ripped through society and kept us inside for two years straight. This was not something any of us could control.

For my generation, our first experiences with bars involved one person per square metre, seated only, no dancing allowed, masks mandatory unless drinking.

Most of us never saw the need to find a fake ID, because even if we did, there would be nowhere to use it. We celebrated our 18th birthdays over Zoom.

And when the pandemic finally lifted, we walked into a world that had one of the worst economies we have seen in the last hundred years.

For many of us that means there is less money going around – and especially for 18 to 20 year olds who have no previous experience in the workforce to rely on and often have to balance work with our studies.

That means we go out less to save money, and pregame harder than generations before us. That in turn means less drinks being bought on a night out, and less money for the venues.

Generational experiences

For those who experienced pre-pandemic Oxford Street, nightlife is never going to feel like how it was, simply due to their own experiences of nostalgia.

There is a magic to the first few years of being an adult, something about the uncertainty and ‘newness’ of everything which we will always reminisce on.

Those who were going out in the 90s and early 2000s will tell you that is when the scene peaked, because that is when they became of age.

You will get the same response from those who had their heyday in the 2010s because that is when they were having the most fun.

Each generation will never be able to compare how the scene was before they started coming out, because they didn’t experience it themselves.

The same can be applied to discussing the scene pre and post pandemic.

Speaking for myself now, I am having the time of my life.

With all the above factors considered, knowing that I will never see a ‘pre-pandemic’ scene, and considering the state of the world, I think my generation is genuinely making the most of what we’ve got because we don’t know any different.

And that’s okay. I believe personally that there is a beauty in this, and we should be celebrating what is being offered to us considering it is the best we can get.

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

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Lifeline by K.C. Wells

Read time: 1 Day Rating: 3/5 Stars

The Quote: “Is she giving you orders again?” Barry came into the kitchen. He walked over to me, his hand held out. “Good to see you, Daniel.” We shook. “Likewise. And of course she’s giving orders. How else can she stay a member of AOSA?” When both of then gave me inquiring glances, I smiled. “Annoying Older Sisters Association.” — Barry Mayweather and Daniel Tremont

Warnings: Mentions of severe depression and suicidal tendencies, references to past homophobia, potentially some internalised self loathing.

This is wonderful, I like K.C. Wells's writing and this showcases it well. It is fun and funny with a suitable level of angst. I like the character choices in particular. The story is set in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, using four main characters firefighter Daniel Tremont, systems analyst Charlie Monroe, his son Tommy and Charlie and Tommy's neighbour Delia. 35-year-olds Daniel and Charlie are the romantic leads, and 50-something Delia acts as 8-year-old Tommy's babysitter when single father Charlie needs help. Okay, so Delia... to a degree Delia is speaking for the reader. I can't quite figure out how her age was decided by K.C. but I'm here for it. At a guess, she's taken the age of ideal/average for some of her readers and just known that the younger would go with it. Because you are never too old to enjoy the scenery. She is living vicariously through Charlie, her words not mine.

I enjoyed this. It suited its purpose for me and delivered on its promises, something that not all novellas do. It is a fairly simple plot with a bit of a twist. It does appear at first as gay for you or a simple bisexual/gay awakening but it's not. Charlie's unwillingness to bring a person into Tommy's life and a past that involves some moments that left him hurting, he is more than meets the eye. Daniel is openly gay in his firehouse, refusing to lie about who he is. They are quite well suited to each other. There is a beautiful moment of one partner ensuring enthusiastic consent is given, not that he is taking advantage of an alcohol-induced state.

There were some editing flaws that I didn't find that distracting but they were there. I looked there is no editor credited and given this wasn't published through a publisher I'm wondering if this was self-edited. Self-editing can be patchy because the author reads what they expect to read, not what is necessarily there. For non-writers think of emails, essays or even just paperwork you've had to fill out. Same thing. I never judge it too harshly on free books though, the big error that should have been caught is a reference to Daniel where the name given is Dylan.

The rest of the review devolves into a series of dot points. Okay, it's mostly quotes and there are way more than I expected.

Pip and Squeak, Tommy's sugar gliders, are so very cute. They are an unusual pet that suits what is a bit of an unusual parenting situation.

Delia drooling over firefighters is a total mood. 😅 I'm not even certain what it is about them that is so appealing but yeah I get it.

Cal is such a good friend. And I like the way he approached Daniel.

“Why would Deadpool kiss Spiderman?” I blinked. “Er…” Lena stared at Ryan, her eyebrows lifted. “What are you talking about?” “Elliott says he saw it on his brother’s phone. It was a picture of Deadpool hanging upside down and kissing Spiderman.” Lena’s eyes gleamed. “You can explain that one, bro.” I responded with a mock glare. “Thanks.” I gave Ryan a grin. “Because Spiderman’s hot?” “That’s not an explanation!” That earned me a full-on glare from Lena. — I never thought I would see Spideypool turn up in a novella like this but I guess I should have. I mean that is the best response though to what is a fairly innocent question from a 9-year-old. Lena's last line is perfect too. Exasperated older sister vibes for the win. (Ryan Mayweather, Daniel Tremont and Lena Mayweather)

“All that proves is that he’s not firing blanks, and his dick works. Besides, no one is one hundred percent straight these days. Didn’t you know? We’re all on some sort of sliding scale or something.” — Lena is a queen and I adore her. This just feels like an absolute truth to me. Especially among younger generations (Daniel and Charlie are about my age) we've just become confident in being who we are. Expressing attraction when it is there or just not. (Lena Mayweather)

We were only two weeks into July, and already I could see a change in Tommy. When the sun shone, so did he. — This is just a super endearing trait and a pleasingly descriptive passage. (Charlie Munroe) “It pays the bills. Of course, working from home has its drawbacks.” “Such as?” I grinned. “I talk to my computer a lot. Alexa is my best friend.” He laughed. “Okay, that’s scary.” — Look what can I say I laughed out loud at the Alexa is my best friend (Charlie Munroe and Daniel Tremont)

There is homophobia in this story it is in the past of both main characters to different degrees. One knows what it was the other does not. It isn't extreme but it is there, There is some trauma discussed that readers need to be aware of. Tommy is the son of Charlie and Kara. Kara is no longer part of their lives after suffering what sounds like severe post-partum depression leading to suicidal thoughts and formal treatment. She and Charlie realised that Kara wasn't going to be able to be a mother to Tommy. But I am fully aware this could be a problematic plot line for some readers.

#k.c. wells #spoilers on goodreads #novellas #book review #ktreviews #read 2022 #tw homophobia #tw sui ideation #tw depression #booklr

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Tuesday, 6 June 2023

Yesterday I was very much charmed by the whole “Xander and Chloe kissing” thing but then they pull an Annie Wilkes-brand cockadoodie car moment in the recap where Chloe slaps Xander.

God damn it. I was finally coming around on you, Chloe. This is not helping you keep my interest (which should obviously be the top priority over there).

Xander does manage to charm his way to another kiss, this time without an accompanying slap. But then he pushes too far and tries to get her into the bedroom and she balks once again.

Which is okay by me! A tentative dance of seduction is still by far the best thing Chloe’s been involved with in over a year. (Well, except when her arch-nemesis turned out to be an 8 year old girl. But I don’t think we’re going to see any additional action on that front any time soon. And really, the girl was doing all of the lifting there.)

Back at I’m Running Out of Unique Ways to Describe the DiMera House Already, Gwen delivers on the promise of being in the same room as Dimitri.

Kristen introduces Gwen as an old friend, which then puts Gwen in the delightful position of having to explain how they know each other. There’s a lot of talk about kidnapping and blackmail that would have sounded implausible to me if this was my first day(s of our lives), but I was actually here for most of this and it was honestly all more ridiculous than Gwen’s quick recap made it sound.

Megan keeps shooting Dimitri significant looks and all but shoving him into Gwen so they can kiss, but he’s not getting it.

So they have a chat in this room, which I’m starting to think of as the Clarification Foyer.

“Come on, Dimitri. I want you to marry that girl. The audience figured this out yesterday. Try to keep up. You’re supposed to be an evil genius.”

At the police precinct, Talia has been released on bail thanks to the tireless efforts of Belle. I initially described Belle as “the only good lawyer in town” but we actually know a lot of lawyers in this cast and they all seem pretty good at what they do. Not to diminish Belle’s accomplishments in any way.

Talia then apologizes to Rafe — for poisoning the town (including him); for helping Colin do the awful shit that Colin did; for generally making her sister’s life difficult. Rafe replies with an “I appreciate the apology” which is a sensible reaction under the circumstances, I guess. But also Talia’s been crying or on the verge of crying for two weeks now… which is maybe… 3 hours of story time? I think? But still. She’s been through a lot and I just want everyone to be nice to her now.

Jada, meanwhile, is chasing down a lead in the form of Leo.

She gives him some (deserved) shit about running into Colin and not telling the cops about it, but then she opens up a little about Talia being in an abusive relationship. And Leo comes back with an actual human emotion that isn’t a joke about how gay he is! Turns out Leo was raised by some pretty abusive people himself, and he expresses genuine empathy for what Talia’s been through. I mean, he also says he’s going to put all of this in the paper, which is a little shitty.

But then he has a crisis of conscience as he’s writing the story and he actually decides against it!

Leo! You’re finally becoming an actual person instead of a tiresome collection of innuendos! This sort of thing is going to make those innuendos a lot easier to swallow going forward. And I do enjoy swallowing.

Belle returns home from a long day of lawyering to discover Sad Eyes Shawn drowning his sorrows in lots and lots of beer. His sorrows, in case you forgot, involve shooting his dad. Which he had no reason to do. I know we’re supposed to feel bad for Sad Eyes Shawn and maybe be concerned that he’s drinking some beer, but… I don’t and I’m not?

I do feel a little bad for Belle, though. She didn’t sign up for any of this. And didn’t you put her through enough with all that Jan Spears business last year?

Jada returns to the precinct and gives Talia one of the many hugs she desperately needs right now.

Then Talia returns home.

And discovers the stolen badge of Officer Skippy on the floor.

And rushes to the door to get out of there.

But she’s stopped by hands that are obviously attached to Colin but we’re not technically supposed to know that yet.

This storyline is starting to get a little too real for me. Can we go back to devil possession or gathering the pieces to a priceless peacock statue or something instead of this?

Please?

#Days of Our Lives #DOOL #soap opera #peacock

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marylouexpress · 2 years

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late night writing in SP

Alright, let’s state some random facts.

It only took me 5min to get this computer started - or should I call this outdated machine “dinosaur”, like Isaac from Manchester (Tulum) once said?

Anyway. That was fact 0. Fact number 1 behind this text is because I started getting to the conclusion that maybe Eduardo is too light regarding my abusage issue. He definitely either underestimates it or is too relaxed about it - either way, the point is: I need to build up the courage to be more transparent about how complex and serious it actually is. Another possibility is that I’m not being completely frank about it, I’m definitely keeping a lot of important details to myself. I might need to really commit to open up about how entwined this whole thing has already become. I need to be more upfront. More real, even with myself. I might’ve gotten used to just sharing the best bits of each category, making sure to pretend to forget that the rest of the iceberg is completely real to myself more than to anyone.

What if I would just come clean? If there’s anyone I’d do it with, it would be Eduardo. I should just write something and have it ready to be read first thing in the section, because in the last one I even had my topics written down and before I knew it I was already completely involved in a different subject. I think it still might have worked somehow because I found a way to connect all the dots throughout the session. And the same way I sidetracked with Eduardo a couple of days ago, I was nearly doing it with this text.

More random facts?

Leo Hare is an extremely incredible human, he’s a genius, an extremely intelligent and generous person. He’s enlightened and I am lucky to have him as one of my closest friends. I am so, so thankful he welcomed me here and it’s been really pleasant. /edit 17/10/22 I think I was blind.

Luar is an absolute dream of a boy. Just like with 99% of all my gay best friends - so many! Felipe, Fraser, Elliott, Matías, Sean, Chang, Rapha Cruz - I always tend to have a platonic sexual crush on my gay boyfriends. They’re just so cute, and to think of two boys going for it is just the ultimate hotness for me.

Another random fact?

Binance has been yielding big time and I really hope to make some real money with this stuff. It hasn’t been this present in my last year by chance.

I love Ozzy. He’s getting hotter and hotter, wiser and wiser, such a warming company. I remember when we marked 7 years of friendship and he said that after that was for life… And, truly, he’s someone I intend to have around for always. And I’m really sorry about his loss, I hope he and his family have all the love to help each other heal. I’m sorry about his brother. But I’m proud and happy with his growth. I must text him that before falling asleep.

Another random fact? I’m very sorry about Chang, I’m really bummed about how much he changed and let his energy fade. And I can only imagine that it wasn’t by choice, and for that I wish I could give him strength. But it’s all so very odd. Strange. We did bond on a deep level, but he’s different. I don’t feel like I can trust him anymore, not entirely - because you could never do with an addict. And although I am sorry for him, I don’t regret letting the space build up in a way. Yesterday at Família Truco’s game night at Freddy’s place, he messaged around midnight to ask me to be his companion for his exam 9h later. And I agreed to go because I was high, optimistic that I could pull it off, and being lifted by the idea that I had spare love to give him after all the dragging to pay me back - which he still hasn’t, and although it would be incredible to be paid right now, I have decided not to stress over it anymore. It’s been given to maybe never return, and we know it swings the round about. But turns out I had to cancel on him, and even though it wasn’t very nice, I don’t feel guilty at all.

“I’m nice, I’m not stupid”.

I hope me and Marcel end up meeting in Brazil later this year. Casting the prophecy like with Salim and New York. Still amazed by the fact I had two trips to incredible cities in America with all paid for within 1 year.

More random facts.

Tomorrow we have the day party for Deb?

More… Oh my god, yes, apparently Australia has just permitted Brazilians to apply for Working Holiday Visas. This is fucking huge. Definitely something to take into consideration.

I wish mom was less self-centered.

I wish my father was less cold.

I hope my brother can break the pattern I’m also afraid to follow.

I hope I can break the patterns. Is it this hard for everyone? Or am I just weaker than most? Or am I weaker for some physiological reason?

Am I completely lost or am I slowly making progress and depriving myself from any form of credit?

Do I need help or do I need focus?

Let’s keep the random facts flowing.

The joint I just smoked was pretty soothing.

Anyway, another random and also, unexpected, negative surprise to boot was that Jr. dal Bianco actually was only talk. It never happened and I really thought this one was kind of guaranteed. Guess not. He just keeps ghosting me and showing up late at night when he’s drunk and horny.

You’re pretty, that’s great.

Next thought…

The fact I feel something that 5 years ago I would have thought it would be too unlike me to be true. I’m deeply connected and comfortable in my solitude and independent heart. And although from time to time I might miss a few things from times where my heart was completely open, when I was already undeniably exposed and vulnerable, when I wouldn’t think twice before giving all I got to that someone that turns my world upside down… When your heart is so full of life and pouding so strong in the exact same frequency as your lover. It’s truly something incomparable, beautiful to experience, but also potentially draining. Very much so.

And I had such a sequence of roller coasters and romances and different dynamics, nationalities, genders, ages… And I fell in love so hard for some of these individuals. Like with Luca, I was on fours for this guy, I had every part of me attached to something that was only real to me, and I would let myself sabotage myself over and over because I had a tiny yet remarkable hope he would, one day, eventually… maybe finally realize I was the woman of his life.

And I gave so much of myself to this love, this platonic love, and it took me so much to move on for real and to heal… And it was so much going on emotionally, consistently. Julia, Aaron, Kaz, Nat, Zak, Luca, Mia, now even David maybe, but such on a smaller scale. I think I emptied out all my romantic, emotional batteries at some point, and that’s when the prophecy came, in Gili, first time I had mushrooms to trip by myself, at the Bungalow I was staying, smoking by the trees, sitting on my very own private hammock. I first had my first time ever thinking of Luca that didn’t pinch my heart, it was nothing but a fleeting thought. And then the realization: I genuinely want and need to be on my own, working on my own development, giving myself the freedom, the space, the independence that a solo traveler has to be able to adapt to sometimes. Thing is I always had trouble being able to open myself up without diving into this collided mindset where suddenly your story is not about yourself anymore. It’s about the two of you, and every decision compromises two people, each opportunity that presents itself is probably very different, each step you’re taking is assuming that person is the most important thing in the world.

And how quick does that can fall apart? How fast can somebody that used to share every moment with you just disappear from your life? And be an eternal stranger. How many times did we end up getting over people that broke our hearts? Even though it seemed impossible before.

And there I can definitely say that I have participated a lot in the past. Having a heart that was open and ready to jump on most adventures that seemed special. But that took so much from me, that now - after riding this train solo for the past 3,5 years, without ANY real love that really meant something - it seems kind of an unnatural thing to truly let the guard down and give so much energy and time to that one person that has so much influence on my life. I know it feels like a dream. But most of the time you wake up from it pretty quickly.

Like with David. It peaked and we even made traveling plans just before it all turned into dust, from night to day, no shades of gray to work with, just the blunt: deal with it, it’s over before you could ever have preddict, over something completely out of my control, not personal at all and yet, he has left such a mark in me.

I don’t think I spend over 3 or 4 days, at most, without having something remind me of him. A memory. Daydreaming, nostalgic and melancholic. Talking about him. Keeping it real. Reminiscing. Letting go.

But why is it that I always pick the wrong ones to give it a try? Like Raul. Over Agustin, on top of it, nonsense yet completely inevitable.

I know I’m saying I have my gates open, but the truth is I’m still looking for the key. It feels unnatural to open myself to somebody right now. On the other hand I also miss the kind of connection where you’re really living something special, that really makes your life colorful and makes your day so pleasurable to live for.

I haven’t felt that in so fucking long. Since Mia.

But I’m not looking for any kind of pressure or strings right now. It’s not the right time, but also I know that if it’s meant to happen with someone, it will be impossible to stop it. When it’s real it moves mountains and everything that is the way.

I’m going to sing and dance a little before crashing.

I think I need to make sure Eduardo comprehends the situation. I need to accept I need help, and he’s the one to communicate it first.

I know what to do. I know that sacrificing this and breaking this pattern would turn my life around completely, yet I keep chasing my own tail and stopping myself from making progress in life. It’s only gonna get worse, and now is the moment I can still decide to not go down that road, I still have time, I can still banish it from my life - but it’s so hard to avoid it out there, especially for my lifestyle. Everything would have to change.

It’s been literally one of the only consistent things about my adulthood, apart from a few isolated phases where I would run away and hide from this world. But it would always sneak back in. It’s like a trap.

It’s also about thinking about the future. Thinking of my path, my achievements, my goals, my spirit, being disciplined, in control, aware. Strong.

Bed time, let’s try to sleep. Let's fetch melatonin.

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d3nt4l-d4m4g3 · 3 years

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A few days ago, I emailed my former professor about a paper on women’s food practices in the middle ages. At least, that’s what I told him it was about, initially.

But actually, I wanted to discuss heresy. This professor teaches a women’s rights course every year. Every year at the beginning of the class, he calls attention to why he, a man, is talking about women’s rights. He looks us in the eyes and says, no one else is doing it, and I’m sorry it’s me.

This man made us read the SCUM manifesto, Gerda Lerner, Maria Mies. He grazed the subject of the Lesbian Sex Wars, delicately, so gingerly, posing the question: “Can sex work ever be just work?” And my (all woman) classmates, generally mute—in a Women’s Rights class, they all seemed averse to saying the word “woman,” at all. Then one woman raised her hand. and she said, “Sex work is real work.” A statement that, as I hope you know, is a deflection and a discussion killer.

At the time I was non-binary. Hah. I submitted a comic at the end of the year of my final project. My thesis for that project was this: the very language female people have to use for themselves was constructed by the patriarchy. for example, the english word “vagina” comes from the latin word for “sheath”. so the vagina invokes the act of penetration upon its utterance. Whereas the word “penis” has no clear etymological root, implying that it is original while the vagina is constructed for him. Why should I carry the fact that I will always be a tool, the hole, of the human that is man? My solution, at the end of the comic, was to continue using they/them pronouns, to shield myself from the horror of being a wo-man, a s-he—an appendage of Him.

I got a good grade. A stellar report. And it wasn’t a bad comic, for what I knew then. For my condition of blindness and deafness. I made a compelling argument, using sources from class. But oh, how much older I feel now. I’ve always felt old but now I feel almost like I’m dying. Like I don’t have enough time to fix the world before I disappear. And women’s stories never survive. They are not surviving. networks spring up like mycelium and then every century at least they are burned. Witchcraft is in the air shared by women in a room of their own, and witchcraft is doused in gasoline.

I don’t have enough time to explain how the veil lifted for me. Maybe I forget the big moment. the days after were a blur of searching the no-no tags like radical feminist, GNC, gender critical. Amazed at the wealth of journals that these women linked to with real statistics showing that children are being sterilized for no reason. Mostly gay children. like me, a lesbian, who now lives in a house with three “non-binary afabs”. This summer, one of these women, who I have known since freshman year, will start taking testosterone, a procedure I took up for three turbulent months during my freshman year of college. I get to watch her become what I turned away from, knowing the experience fractured my sense of self to a point of terror and estrangement. I get to watch her hide from her problems and cut herself off from womanhood the way I did for 3 years. I am not a woman, so do I not feel Woman’s pain, she is telling me, I told myself, when I was in a dream. She has so many problems, she laughs. But trans is a separate problem that has nothing to do with those other problems. A coincidence.

(For any trans people reading this, you may think: This transtrender fake-trans never-was-trans woman is treating these nonbinary people as if they were dead! as if they weren’t happy people finally living their truth! —well. I put my mom through the process of trying to convince her that I should have always been a man. and I did lose her, for months. For her it was the height of cognitive dissonance that I should want to go on a life-altering hormone to cure my lifelong social awkwardness and self-hatred and self-harm and depression. And I blamed her for not accepting my real self. I was basically made to shun her and my family because of transphobia.. It is disrespectful to anyone’s sanity and integrity for me to perpetuate that cognitive dissonance in this post.)

So I eventually got through to the professor. I knew because of the texts he had us to read for class. He is gay. He has read all the theory, and lives by it. And no (woman) student wants to speak to him. To bring the theory alive. They cannot breathe into it and it sits dead in his mouth.

Maybe it is because he is a man. because the presence of one man in a space of all women immediately sends up alerts. lockdown. Certainly that is the case. Radical Feminists here: I know he’s a man. But I don’t have a woman. And I felt on the strength of the texts he’d given us that he would be my best bet. Maybe somewhere in the corrupted, rotting heart of my college there was a person who knew about thoughtcrimes and was thinking them anyway.

My professor starts with diversion. He starts by talking about my paper. I find it disconcerting that he starts that way. I worry that he won’t want to refer to my email. Where I say: I have woken up from a dream to the apocalypse—Does this man think I’m crazy? Chipper and kind of frantically, he lists off primary sources of medieval nuns and women saints. for my paper. Does this man think I’ve turned into a bigot? Am I confessing lunacy, like a flat-earther?

But I steer the conversation to the meat at his first tentative encouragement. I tell him something like: “children, mostly gay children, a whole generation of gay children, are being sterilized. Porn is a symptom of late-stage capitalism—men’s ownership of women’s bodies. trans is an extension of this. I was part of this. I was in a cult.” I was shaking a bit. I don’t think I’d uttered those words out loud. They sound crazy. Some of the things I said did sound far-fetched. disorganized, remote. But I prayed that my professor would believe some of it, any of it.

What I will say is that he believes me. Thank fuck, right?

He tells me something along the lines of this, vocalizing my fears:

that all of academia is being scrubbed of anything that doesn’t support Trans.

And it is trans-identified female students and women who are reporting him to Title IX, who spend all their time in his classes fuming at the lack of validation for trans women in the history of women. My sisters, footsoldiers for the cause. What cruel irony. This man is holding onto this class by his fingernails, speaking through his teeth, hoping any of the twenty young adult women staring blankly or angrily at him will hear him and listen.

Looking back, the professor’s responses to my emails are vague, completely refusing to acknowledge a point of view other than “WOW. I look forward to discussing this.” I think he thinks he could be blackmailed. Anything he says on gmail dot com can and would be used against him. It’s like, really, really, really that bad.

No ideology should involve a cultural cleaning of women’s history feat. witch hunts.

I will end here with an excerpt from my first email to this professor:

I'm sure you know what a total bummer it is to realize this.

#detransition #tra #gender critical #radical feminism #radfem #radblr #feminism #academia

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