𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰

There were so many things Sherry Bedivere looked forward to when she came to this city. Originating from a small town in Maine, Sherry came to New York to start a serious modeling career. It was an adventure that she never knew she could obtain. This was the kind of girl who originally worked in a Holiday Inn before coming to the big city. However, Sherry soon found troubles for herself.

Traffic was a nightmare, she didn’t know where anything was in the city, she would get constantly lost, and there was one tenant who always seemed to be having a party every night. Sherry heard his name from somewhere, knowing it was Othello. The big problem she had with Othello was the unbearably loud noise and music that came from these parties.

It had taken such a toll on Sherry that she was losing sleep. She had gone to her most recent photo shoots constantly yawning with bags under her eyes. Tonight was going to be the last night Sherry would put up with this. After much tossing and turning, covering her entire face with a pillow, Sherry tossed it across the room before sitting up.

The music showed no sign of slowing down, and Sherry was tired of putting up with it. After slipping on her fuzzy pink bunny shaped slippers, and throwing on a robe that left little to the imagination, Sherry stormed to Othello’s room. With her small hand, Sherry banged on the door, hoping they’d answer soon as she better covered herself with the robe.

The best she could respond was with, “I see, I see……I remember our truck used to have a seat in the center.

Sherry didn’t exactly drive around the luxuries, but she could appreciate the finer things Othello brought to her. The roar of the engine did have an effect on her, as she could nearly feel the vibration of both the motor and the stereo. The ride was smooth, accompanied by Othello’s music choice. Conversation started rolling when he mentioned Minerva.

“Modeling with Minerva was wonderful”, Sherry jumped right into it, unknowingly rubbing salt into his wounded pride. “I’ve been a fan of hers for a long time. She asked if I wanted to go out to a play on Saturday.”

This was definitely something to take note of. This was how Minerva got to both men and women. She’d invite them out to something fancy in town, followed by drinks, and eventually her apartment. Sherry was unknowingly walking right into it. What’s more, Minerva was already beating Othello to the punch. Still, there was one glimmer of hope for him.

Sherry would add to Othello’s jealous words, “I don’t think so Othello. You’re both good partners to work with, and I enjoy the time we’ve had together.”

The music on the radio switched into a song that Thells seemed to recognize, his entire demeanour changing as he turned it up. "Oh my god, no way!", he exclaimed with a laugh. "I'm friends with this band— BEAST— Stella— she's singing the vocals!" As he listened more he calmed down a bit. "Oh, wow, I remember back when she showed the demo for this one to me. I hadn't realize they'd finished it, much less that it'd gotten big enough for the radio...!"

After parking the auto, stepping out, and locking it, Othello subtly fixed his gelled hair— his nervous habit that he could never break. "I'll schedule something with 'er this week to talk about it. Been a hot minute since we chatted." While walking with his orange-haired neighbour, Thells pulled out his phone to begin texting Stella. "I'll let you know as soon as she agrees. I've got no doubt that you'll be accepted for the video."

There were so many things Sherry Bedivere looked forward to when she came to this city. Originating from a small town in Maine, Sherry came to New York to start a serious modeling career. It was an adventure that she never knew she could obtain. This was the kind of girl who originally worked in a Holiday Inn before coming to the big city. However, Sherry soon found troubles for herself.

Traffic was a nightmare, she didn’t know where anything was in the city, she would get constantly lost, and there was one tenant who always seemed to be having a party every night. Sherry heard his name from somewhere, knowing it was Othello. The big problem she had with Othello was the unbearably loud noise and music that came from these parties.

It had taken such a toll on Sherry that she was losing sleep. She had gone to her most recent photo shoots constantly yawning with bags under her eyes. Tonight was going to be the last night Sherry would put up with this. After much tossing and turning, covering her entire face with a pillow, Sherry tossed it across the room before sitting up.

The music showed no sign of slowing down, and Sherry was tired of putting up with it. After slipping on her fuzzy pink bunny shaped slippers, and throwing on a robe that left little to the imagination, Sherry stormed to Othello’s room. With her small hand, Sherry banged on the door, hoping they’d answer soon as she better covered herself with the robe.

The best she could respond was with, “I see, I see……I remember our truck used to have a seat in the center.

Sherry didn’t exactly drive around the luxuries, but she could appreciate the finer things Othello brought to her. The roar of the engine did have an effect on her, as she could nearly feel the vibration of both the motor and the stereo. The ride was smooth, accompanied by Othello’s music choice. Conversation started rolling when he mentioned Minerva.

“Modeling with Minerva was wonderful”, Sherry jumped right into it, unknowingly rubbing salt into his wounded pride. “I’ve been a fan of hers for a long time. She asked if I wanted to go out to a play on Saturday.”

This was definitely something to take note of. This was how Minerva got to both men and women. She’d invite them out to something fancy in town, followed by drinks, and eventually her apartment. Sherry was unknowingly walking right into it. What’s more, Minerva was already beating Othello to the punch. Still, there was one glimmer of hope for him.

Sherry would add to Othello’s jealous words, “I don’t think so Othello. You’re both good partners to work with, and I enjoy the time we’ve had together.”

The music on the radio switched into a song that Thells seemed to recognize, his entire demeanour changing as he turned it up. "Oh my god, no way!", he exclaimed with a laugh. "I'm friends with this band— BEAST— Stella— she's singing the vocals!" As he listened more he calmed down a bit. "Oh, wow, I remember back when she showed the demo for this one to me. I hadn't realize they'd finished it, much less that it'd gotten big enough for the radio...!"

Quick reminder since apparently it bears reminding in both directions: if bigoted people, closed-minded people overall, or your own internalized insecurities misinterpret a queer person’s message in a way that hurts/endangers you, yeah, it sucks, but it’s not the fault of the queer person in question, nor should it be a reason for them to silence themselves. They’re probably as hurt/pissed as you are that someone misinterpreted and misused their message to do harm.

Of course sadly there’ll still be queer people that actually DO mean harm and dismissal to other queer people – I ain’t speaking for those and it’s not the best way to ensure their and others’ wellbeing imo. I’m just saying – not all people will be like that. That’s what I want to believe. So hopefully let’s not put everyone in the same bag, keep supporting each other, WHILE allowing each other to advocate for our own visibility, without having to self-erase or self-censor to accomodate to what haters might say.

There were so many things Sherry Bedivere looked forward to when she came to this city. Originating from a small town in Maine, Sherry came to New York to start a serious modeling career. It was an adventure that she never knew she could obtain. This was the kind of girl who originally worked in a Holiday Inn before coming to the big city. However, Sherry soon found troubles for herself.

Traffic was a nightmare, she didn’t know where anything was in the city, she would get constantly lost, and there was one tenant who always seemed to be having a party every night. Sherry heard his name from somewhere, knowing it was Othello. The big problem she had with Othello was the unbearably loud noise and music that came from these parties.

It had taken such a toll on Sherry that she was losing sleep. She had gone to her most recent photo shoots constantly yawning with bags under her eyes. Tonight was going to be the last night Sherry would put up with this. After much tossing and turning, covering her entire face with a pillow, Sherry tossed it across the room before sitting up.

The music showed no sign of slowing down, and Sherry was tired of putting up with it. After slipping on her fuzzy pink bunny shaped slippers, and throwing on a robe that left little to the imagination, Sherry stormed to Othello’s room. With her small hand, Sherry banged on the door, hoping they’d answer soon as she better covered herself with the robe.

After he proudly proclaimed the breed of his car, the young male model unlocked his automobile with the click of his keys and opened the passenger-side door for his orange-haired rider. "I got the seats custom in red and black, too. Can't get enough of this baby." Keys in hand, Othello walked around the hood of his Acura and opened the drivers seat for himself. With the two of them now seated inside his coupe, he couldn't be prouder of how immaculate he kept his beloved auto.

Sherry's chauffeur inserted the key into the ignition, the sports vehicle roaring to life as well as the soft hip-hop radio. Othello's arm extended over to the back of the passenger's side seat as he turned his body to properly exit out of the parking space.

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