She showed up soaking wet,didn’t even use the intercom.
Just that soft knock I already knew.
Coat hit the floor. No bra.
I had her jeans halfway down and two fingers inside her before the door even shut.
One thing about gay breakups is that you're not just losing a boyfriend.
Sometimes you're losing the one person who understood your experience of being gay, your safe space, your best friend, and the only person you could imagine building a life with.
Straight or gay, heartbreak is heartbreak. But do you think gay men have a harder time finding love again after a serious relationship ends?🏳️🌈
I got into my apartment elevator with a man carrying a pizza box. He pressed the button for the sixth floor. I pressed eight.
When the doors closed, he said, “You live alone up there, right?”
I’d never seen him before.
“I’m visiting someone,” I said.
He looked at the floor numbers and said, “That’s not what I asked.”
The elevator stopped at six. He didn’t get out.
I was halfway through thanking the interview panel when the director asked me one last question.
Director: “Have you ever worked with someone you disliked?”
Me: “Yes. You learn to separate personal feelings from work.”
He nodded slowly.
Director: “And if that person cost you your job?”
I hesitated.
Me: “I’d still do my job professionally.”
He closed my file.
Director: “Interesting. Because I remember you saying something very different about me online.”
my roommate and i have a rule for first dates: if i text her "how's the weather," she has to show up wherever i am within 20 minutes and pretend to be my long lost cousin. i was at a ramen place with a guy named Theo and having such a good time that i never sent the text. at minute 45 the door flew open and my roommate ran in wearing a full rain poncho, sunglasses, and one roller skate. she pointed at me and shouted: "COUSIN. THE PROPHECY IS UPON US. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MUST DO."...
my roommate and i have a rule for first dates: if i say "i should water my plants," she has to call and pretend she's a neighbor reporting a flood in my apartment. i don't own a single plant. that's the point. i was at a pottery class date with a guy named Jonah and my bowl was somehow turning out better than his, so i never said it. at minute 65, my phone started playing a siren sound through the studio speakers because my roommate had set my ringtone to "tornado warning" as a prank. she screamed over speaker: "THE CEILING IS CRYING. THERE'S A DUCK IN THE BATHTUB. I DON'T KNOW HOW. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW."...
My husband and I are divorced, but the truth is that our marriage didn't end because we stopped loving each other. It ended because of a secret that neither of us was prepared to face.
When I married Daniel, I believed I had found the man I would grow old with. He was caring, hardworking, and always made me feel like I was the most important person in his life.
We had our disagreements, like every married couple, but I never imagined that one misunderstanding could destroy everything we had built together.
The problem started when my twin sister, Maya, began visiting our home more frequently.
Maya and I looked almost identical. Sometimes, even our closest friends struggled to tell us apart from behind. However, our personalities were completely different.
I was more reserved, while Maya was outgoing and didn't always think about how her actions affected other people.
One evening, after Maya visited us wearing an outfit I considered inappropriate for someone visiting a married couple's home, I spoke to her privately.
I asked her to dress more modestly whenever she visited us because I didn't want anything to create unnecessary tension in my marriage.
She laughed and told me I was overreacting.
I thought that was the end of it.
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
my sister and i have a rule for blind dates: if i say the word "carburetor" out loud, she's supposed to call and fake a family emergency. i don't know anything about cars. that's what makes it a safe word. my date was so funny that i forgot the rule existed. at minute 55 he was mid-story about his cousin's wedding when my phone rang with "SISTER 🚨" and i accidentally hit speaker. she screamed: "MOM FOUND THE GROUP CHAT. SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE SECOND FAMILY. SHE'S ON HER WAY TO YOUR APARTMENT WITH A CASSEROLE."...
No matter what a big account is a big account. And their repost or quote is a powerful tool to help give you visibility.
The real influential accounts will not only give you visibility but also give you followers because their followers will ask themselves “if he can quote or repost this person it means there’s something about this person I should look out for”
I remember one time two months ago @Wizarab10 reposted one of my post that already stopped moving at 300 views and a few likes.
I woke up and saw he reposted and I later got 15k views and some followers.
And that was after the post had stopped moving. I made an appreciative tweet to him.
In essence, I’m saying grow your accounts the right way, gain spaces and giveaways will only increase your follower numbers but not your impact.
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