#lovestories

Pride Month is over, but we're still GAY AS FUCK around here.

Don't Stop is a sapphic sexy action thriller, about finding your way back to YOUR person, hot consensual sex, Dragons, action and look, just listen to the thing.

Okay so after a long 2 days of brainstorming the best story to sum up my love life, I finally found our winner.

This story (allegedly for legal reasons), starts with the day I met THE BUM. Let’s call him… Steven.

I met Steven where all fairytale romances begin, on Facebook. He checked all my boxes. He was hot, had muscles, he was funny, and most importantly… he thought I was hot. All the green flags that 18 year old me could possibly look for, the perfect “I can fix him” recipe.

Everything moved pretty quickly, we became boyfriend and girlfriend within days. This was just the start of all the red flags that are to come.

The real downwards spiral starts when the bum started borrowing my car. Little white lies, like “I’m just gonna go get us some snacks”, turned into late night adventures joy riding his friends and other girls, IN MY CAR. The cherry on top you may wonder? He didn’t even bother to gas it up before bringing it back to me. Smh.

During this wonderful time, while our love story was developing, he sold me a sob story about getting kicked out from his mom’s house. So of course I couldn’t let my Prince Charming live on the streets right. Of course he was living with me, eating my food, and NOT paying rent. To this day I still wonder why his mom would ever kick him out.

Now that we’re talking about his family, I will give him credit for being so family oriented. His relationship with his sister was truly wholesome. They had each others back through think and thin. My favorite part of their bond was the very clear lack of boundaries and privacy. This really stood out to me, one specific day when he thought it would be so funny to take my phone out of my hands, go into my Snapchat and snap a 🍆 pic, straight to his sister. She thought it was hilarious. Made her day even.

Now I know what you guys are thinking, “This is definitely the part where you dump him, right?” WRONG ! Although this was the beginning of our downfall, it just wasn’t the straw that broke the camel’s back. Every time I was so close to seeing the red flags, his big arm muscles would get in the way. Truly tragic.

For the sake of keeping things short, I won’t go too into detail about how I found this out, but my final straw was finding out that he cheated on me with a lady that was old enough to be his mother. He was honest about it when I confronted him though so cheers to that.

Unfortunately, this isn’t quite where the story ends. Although I did break up with him, and kick him out, the bum returns. With yet another story about how he had nowhere to stay and asking if I can please let him sleep on my couch. I’m not a total bitch right, so I let him stay for a night. Except he refused to leave the day after. When i threatened to call the cops, he shoved me to the wall, and took my phone. My brother rushed over and scared him away and recovered my phone.

A couple weeks go by and he’s still bothering me, so I tell him to at least pay me back for the couple months he stayed at my house. When he finally agrees, he says that he stopped by, and left the money at the front door, but if I go out and grab it and it’s not there, the wind must have blown it away. This is where the story ends.