Mexirican Smiles

He doesn't even react when mess of the sticky redness appears between in the middle of the night, getting onto the bedsheets, staining them. He knows you're absolutely mortified, he just carries you to the bathroom and begins to fix it for you, he puts a wash load on, not caring that its the middle of the night, he hands you a fresh shirt of his, and a different set of your pants, helping you change into them, reassuring you that it's ok, kissing your temple and forehead gently.

"it's alright baby.. I see blood all the time at work, doesn't bother me.." You still can't get over the fact that it appeared early so it was out of nowhere and has ruined the sheets. He senses this, "Not ruined sweet'art, it'll come out." He keeps consoling you, pulls you into his lap. You let him hold you as the feelings of shame die down.

"Si.. what time is it?" You ask him with a yawn. The shock wearing off and allowing your tiredness to creep back in.

As De Angelis stock of warehouse receipts increased, he began to replace the soybean oil in his tanks with water. Some tanks had special compartments, while others were hooked-up to a maze of pipes to shuttle oil from one tank to the next to fool inspectors.

being a strong butch shouldn’t always be physical. a strong butch can also be someone who carries themselves with pride even when they’re told to be less, to put themselves in a corner. a strong butch can be someone who deals with a disability or chronic pain but that still shows up for their community. it can be the closeted butches who push through and face their fears every single day.

i think we should all start to appreciate the people in our community for their emotional and mental strength too and not focus only on what they can offer you in terms of physical affection.

"y'know, uhm, you're cute as hell, let's get married"

You slurred, Simon chuckled, putting a gentle hand on your waist and keeping you close to him in the middle of the lively bar.

"We're married sweetheart"

The way your eyes widened when he showed you the stunning wedding ring that was on your wedding finger, plus the one he shared with you was seared into his brain.

And the high pitched, loud as hell overjoyed squeal you let out after that.

He swore his ears still buzzed.

The squeal you let out was the reason why you two were banned from that bar and it was a story 5 years later your little blonde daughter and with his eyes and your smile would always giggle about when Simon told her on the nights he called "Bed stories with dada".

With you leaning on the door, scoffing playfully, crossing your arms and saying you didn't remember that night clearly.

Maybe you didn't.