CHASE

LGBTQ+ culture/community🌈entertainment + lifestyle

[CHASE @Dechase24]

Gay, proud, and unapologetically ourselves. 🌈

No more hiding. No more whispers. No more shrinking to make others comfortable.

Raise your colors. Take up space. Be proud of who you are.

[Screen Time @ScreenTimeUK]

Them.........🔥🥵

[PridePopCulture @PridePopCulture]

That chest hair, those broad shoulders, and that handsome face… some men really are impossible to scroll past. 🥵🏳️‍🌈

[CHASE @Dechase24]

Marcus stayed with him on the curb while they waited for their ride.

The street was ordinary. Wet pavement, a closed bakery, and a couple arguing quietly a few doors away.

Marcus stood close enough for their arms to touch. Then he moved a little closer until their shoulders and elbows rested together.

He didn't put his hands in his pockets.

He didn't step away when passing headlights briefly illuminated them.

When their car arrived, Marcus opened the door and waited for him to get in.

Once they were both inside, Marcus reached across the middle seat and took his hand properly. Fingers between fingers. The same way he did at home when the rest of the world disappeared.

The driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror, adjusted the radio, and pulled away.

He watched the city move past the window, feeling Marcus's hand in his.

It wasn't heavy. It was simply there.

His heartbeat had already begun to settle. The familiar rehearsals in his head had gone quiet.

Friend. Coworker. Just tired.

For years, he had prepared explanations for things that never needed explaining. Every touch came with a calculation. Every moment of closeness carried the possibility of being discovered.

But there was nothing to explain to the driver. Nothing to explain to the passing streets.

Marcus's thumb moved gently across his knuckles.

He turned to look at him.

Marcus was watching the road, his face calm beneath the passing streetlights, as though the only thing happening was that they were going home.

He kept their hands together for the rest of the journey.

When the car stopped, he didn't let go until the door opened and the cool night air reached them.

On the sidewalk, Marcus glanced over. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

You good?

He nodded.

Yeah.

And for once, the answer didn't require any convincing.

Inside the apartment, the lights stayed low. They moved around each other with the ease of two people who had long ago learned the small rhythms of sharing a life.

Shoes by the door. Water poured into glasses. The familiar sounds of home.

He stood at the sink a little longer than necessary, drying his hands.

Then he noticed something.

He wasn't listening for footsteps in the hallway. He wasn't checking the angle of the blinds. He wasn't wondering whether someone outside might see through the windows.

The quiet was just quiet.

Marcus came up behind him, placed a hand between his shoulder blades, and let it rest there.

There was no question in the gesture. No need for reassurance.

He leaned back into Marcus for a moment before turning off the tap and putting down the towel.

For the first time in a long time, he wasn't measuring the night by how safely he had made it through.

He was simply home.

And for the first time in years, the night felt finished instead of survived.

[CHASE @Dechase24]

The Night He Stopped Checking the Room

He was thirty-four the night he stopped checking who was watching.

They had been sitting at the same table for almost two hours. It was a friend's birthday, the kind of gathering where the music was loud enough that people had to lean closer to hear each other.

He had spent most of the evening the way he always did: half-turned toward the door, keeping his shoulders relaxed only when he remembered to, laughing a second later than everyone else.

Marcus sat across from him, not beside him. They had agreed on that without ever discussing it.

When the cake finally arrived, the lights dimmed and phones went up around the table. In the half-dark, Marcus's knee found his beneath the table and stayed there.

It was familiar. The same quiet contact they shared at home when a movie was nearly over.

He felt it and waited for the usual calculation to begin.

Who could see them? How long was too long? Should he move before someone noticed?

But the calculation never came.

Someone dropped a fork. Someone else started singing before the music did. Marcus's knee remained against his.

So did his.

When the lights came back on, the conversation had already moved elsewhere. Flights, work, and someone's dog that apparently hated fireworks.

Marcus reached for his glass. As he brought it back, his fingers briefly rested against the inside of his wrist.

One slow breath.

Then Marcus pulled away as casually as if nothing had happened.

But it wasn't nothing. He could still feel the warmth against his skin minutes later.

Outside, the group gradually broke into smaller conversations. People called cars, ordered Ubers, and said their final goodbyes.

[𝐆.Ī.𝐎🧸🇺🇲 @BiGG_GIO]

WIZKID x REMA. FIRST EVER LINK UP.

FEEL ALRIGHT. NEXT FRIDAY. 🦇 🦅🔥

[LEGEND ZUKO🏋️‍♂️ @LegendZuko51546]

GAY MEN, BE HONEST… HOW LONG CAN YOU KEEP SCROLLING WITHOUT LOOKING TWICE?

Chris Pratt’s broad shoulders, muscular arms, solid build, and rugged charm are a dangerous combination. Some men simply know how to command attention without even trying.

[PridePopCulture @PridePopCulture]

Jude Bellingham 🥵🏳️‍🌈

[OG @OGentertained]

Jude Bellingham says he is a “passenger Princess for life”👸 💅

He said this as he makes his debut on the cover of the #Britishvogue magazine

[CHIIIDEX 💔💔 @chiidex277]

Denzel Washington is an 8 Time Oscar loser 🏆 The Graham Norton SHOW

It is fascinating to see Denzel Washington one of the most celebrated actors of our time candidly discuss the reality of losing awards.

His humorous take on his eight Oscar losses reminds us that even at the pinnacle of success, persistence and grace under pressure are the true measures of a professional.

His story about Sean Connery's standing ovation at the Oscars serves as a great reminder that behind every award show moment, there is a human experience filled with nerves and humility.

[🍭 Mr Pride 🧬 @Lexzy_king1]

This is the energy right here 🔥
No shrinking, no apologizing, just living loud and free. Love this so much

[PridePopCulture @PridePopCulture]

Three different men, three different vibes… but choosing just one? Are you picking one or taking all three? 🏳️‍🌈

[PridePopCulture @PridePopCulture]

Everybody has a type, but which one gets your attention every time? 🏳️‍🌈

Pick your number from 1–10. No explanations… unless you want to tell us why! 😏

[Mother General 🌏 @DaTTeresa]

Does Alzheimers work like that?

[~LekzihMiami~ @horlarmilekzih]

The Secret Beneath Her Heart - Part 3: The Letter Nobody Expected

Margaret barely slept that night.

The mysterious letter lay on her bedside table. She read its seven words repeatedly, wondering who could possibly know so much about her family's private affairs.

"Your husband doesn't know the whole truth yet."

By morning, she had made up her mind. She would no longer allow fear to control her life.

She called Richard and asked him to return home.

When he arrived, Margaret placed the letter in front of him.

"Someone knows about us," she whispered.

Richard examined the handwriting.

"Do you recognize it?"

Margaret shook her head.

Before either could say another word, the doorbell rang.

Standing outside was an elderly woman wearing a dark blue coat. Margaret immediately recognized her.

It was Helen, her older sister, whom she hadn't spoken to in almost six years.

"Margaret," Helen said quietly, "we need to talk."

Richard stepped aside, allowing her into the living room.

Helen sat down and placed a photograph on the table. It showed Margaret several months earlier, standing outside a private counselling centre.

"I know you've been struggling," Helen began. "And I know you've been hiding things from everyone. But there's something you should understand."

Margaret looked confused.

"What are you talking about?"

Helen took a deep breath.

"Someone contacted me several weeks ago. They were worried about what was happening inside this house."

Richard leaned forward.

"Who contacted you?"

Helen hesitated.

"Daniel."

Margaret covered her mouth.

Helen continued.

"He told me he was frightened by the situation and didn't know how to make things right. He wanted someone outside this family to intervene."

For the first time, Margaret understood that Daniel had been trying to find help rather than allowing the secret to remain buried.

Richard stood up and walked towards the window.

"I need time," he said.

Meanwhile, Helen handed Margaret another document.

It was a medical appointment confirmation.

"Your doctor wants to discuss the next stage of your pregnancy and make sure you have the support you need," Helen explained.

Margaret nodded silently.

That afternoon, the three adults agreed that the pregnancy would be handled with proper medical care and that Daniel would receive independent support.

But there was still one unanswered question.

Who had sent the mysterious letter?

That evening, Margaret's phone rang.

An unfamiliar voice spoke.

"Margaret, you don't know me, but I know what happened in your house. And I have something that could change everything."

The call ended.

Margaret stared at her phone.

For the first time, she realised that the biggest danger might not be the secret itself, but the person who wanted to use it.

To be continued...

[Sherry! @SherrySoft27]

Unexpected Freaky Opportunity at my Office Party

Every quarter, we had team outings (15 of us) i.e. dinner, party, etc and once a year was an overnight outing.

Also, the company had half-yearly level meetups (i.e. all managers, all asst. managers, all sr. analysts and all analysts - across the company. These were proper dinner and drinks parties.

Most of us, including myself used company cabs for travel. Saved us money and was reliable. Our shuttles left every hour, with us having to do a booking 2 hrs prior each day. Our cab timings used to vary 2 hours plus depending on our work load.

It was a December friday, we had a light workload, but most importantly it was L5 party day (All Sr. analysts in the company). We discussed the party in brief, Avinash, Shrishti and myself had plans to drink and Neha was not going to drink. All of us had planned to only drink a little and move the party elsewhere. We got to work, logged out around our usual time of 4pm, we had around 3 hours of time to kill. So the four of us and a few people from our team decided to go to a mall nearby and while our time. We carried our clothes to change into party ones. After changing, Shrishti was in a one piece and Neha was in a top with denims. Many people asked Neha why she was not dressed to “party” and teased her about it. I could sense the discomfort she was feeling and interrupted saying its about comfort of clothes. She smiled and asked if we could go shopping for some clothes, I agreed and asked Shrishti also to come along. We went to the first, then second finally the third store, she liked something, it was a black dress. She went for a trial and both of us waited for her, when she returned wearing the dress. I couldnt believe it, it was not the same Neha. She looked hot, the dressed nicely hugged onto her body and gave her otherwise a boring big body the oomph factor. Both of us asked her to go for it. She came out in the new outfit, we billed and went back. All the team members waiting at the food court went.. wow looking at her. The only thing she missed was heels which we said was ok. It was nearing 6pm, we three also changed and then left for the venue in Avinash’s car, we kept our bags in his car and entered the party venue.

[Vera11 @Thomas_Vera_]

Me: Good morning, ma. Do you have a few minutes? I would like to discuss something important concerning my salary.

HR: Good morning. Of course. What’s the matter?

Me: I’ve been meaning to bring this up for some time. I’ve been putting in a lot of effort into my work, taking on additional responsibilities, and doing my best to contribute positively to the company. However, I’ve been finding it increasingly difficult to manage my expenses with my current salary.

HR: I understand, but you know the company has its own financial structure. We cannot just increase salaries whenever someone requests it.

Me: I completely understand that, ma. I’m not expecting an unreasonable adjustment. I just believe my contributions, commitment, and the rising cost of living deserve some consideration.

HR: How much of an increase are you expecting?

Me: Ideally, I would appreciate an increase of about 40%. I believe that would make a meaningful difference and motivate me to continue giving my best.

HR: That’s quite a significant increase. I’ll have to discuss it with management.

Me: I understand, ma. I would really appreciate it if you could put my request forward. I enjoy working here, and I want to continue growing with the company. I just hope my compensation can grow alongside my responsibilities.

HR: Alright. Let me speak with management, and I’ll get back to you.

Me: Thank you so much, ma. I genuinely appreciate your time and consideration.

HR: You’re welcome. Thank you for bringing it up professionally.

[Cherry 🍒🌸 @Cherrylflod]

I think he pulled that off effortlessly

[Xavier @Amazing80719]

DOES THIS KIND OF RELATIONSHIP WORK?

64 year old finally sharing my story

Honestly I never thought I’d post on here but finally decided WTF

64 years old here. Been in a tight committed relationship for 24 years.

My partner and I are as compatible as it gets.

Due to life changing health conditions 16 years ago, my partner is no longer interested in sex. This hasn’t been a problem for me as the intimacy is still strong. If I chose to go out and find some random relief that would not be a problem in our relationship. That being said, I really don’t have that desire.

Like I said I’m 64 and live in a college town.

My confession is that in the last several months I go thru phases where I want to unleash some of my taboo feelings online. I belong to a several private FB groups that cater to these feelings and for a few days out of the month (strangely enough around the full moon) I have an unconditional urge to post in these groups and find immense gratification in receiving all the positive feedback which comes with countless offers to meet up and fulfill my kinks, which I really have no desire to.

(I have on one occasion a couple months ago).

Not seeking advice here. I just felt like sharing. Any feedback/comments are welcome. 🤠😈😎

[AMESON³ @Ameson069]

Have you heard of menstrual cup or you are just knowing.

[BL Supremacy @TheeBLStudio]

Luan Nian never learns. This rude mf.