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billthedrake · 1 year

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LAW OF AVERAGES (UPDATED)

What do you know: I posted the wrong draft yesterday. This is the finished story.

"Good evening Officers," I said as I walked down 6th Avenue, feeling in a good mood from dinner with friends. Two of New York City's finest were on the corner, beat cops keeping an eye on the park nearby, or maybe just resting for a bit.

The taller one, a 40-something Italian-looking man, tipped his hat in acknowledgment and flashed a wry grin as his partner, a shorter Latino cop, had his eye fixed on a group of women in sun dresses walking by.

I gave a confident smile, but kept walking. But ten paces on, I turned my head back for another look. Officer Friendly was looking at me, all right, and kind of laughing at my brazenness.

It was that fuck-it attitude that got my success rate up. I have a thing for cops. I mean, who doesn't? But I go out of my way to have sex with them. It helps that I live in the best city on earth and have a full-on smorgasbord of men in blue to scope out. And I swear, policeman or not, so many New York City straight guys have a bi streak. Maybe it's the prevalence of no-strings dude sex on the side, maybe the freedom of the city infects them, too, just like it does with us gay guys.

OK, not every cop is looking to hook up with a dude, not even for a no-strings BJ. But enough are, and if you play the averages right, you get your fair share of cop dick.

It helps that I'm 28, fit as fuck, and have a gym-pumped jock body. Before I moved to the city, I had no idea that my Iowa cornfed looks were cop-bait, but apparently they are. I'm just masculine enough to put a police officer at ease, and just gay enough so that even the most clueless of them know I'm available.

Of course you can't just walk up to a cop and proposition him. Maybe he goes on an app, DL, and propositions you. But usually, it's about laying the ground work, being flirty in a low-key, friendly kind of way. Getting to know by name the policemen in my neighborhood, near my office, or even on trips uptown or to Brooklyn. Seeing which ones might be interested.

I thought that was going to be my plan this evening. But the looking in Officer Friendly's eyes made me want to feel him out more. I gave him another look, then ducked into the first deli I came across. I kind of wandered next to the refrigerated section. Maybe I'd just get a water, or maybe nothing. Mostly I wanted to see if Cop took the bait.

He did. I heard the bell ring from the door opening. A couple of footsteps on the linoleum floor and sure enough the tall, Italian cop was rounding the aisle, his face with a knowing grin as he spotted me.

Compared to other guys, I have an advantage in my hunt for policemen. I like 'em all. Short, tall, fat, thin, older, younger... I don't care if they're classically good looking. If he's law enforcement and he has a dick, I'm into him. I just love cops.

But this one was a real looker. Fit for his age, strong build beneath his bulletproof vest, and a certain dimpled boyishness to his DILF-y Italian looks, with a closely shaved full beard and a square jawline.

"Nice night, huh?" he said as he got closer. As an Iowa boy, that New York accent would never fail to get me hard. His voice wasn't as deep as I expected but it was sexy as fuck.

"Sure is, Officer," I greeted. "They keeping you busy out there?"

He laughed. "Kind of a quiet night, actually," he said. "I'll take quiet, though."

I stopped pretending I was looking for a water or gatorade or anything and turned to converse with the man. I was on the tall side of average at 6'1" but Officer Friendly had a few inches on me. "You boys in blue deserve a break now and then. For all the work you do." OK, maybe the flattery was cheesy, but it was sincere. And it was just the kind of double entendre a law enforcement dude can recognize.

Those brown eyes grew a little wider and he smiled. Officer Friendly leaned in. "You offering tonight, buddy?"

I nodded. The first time this happened, the first time an NYPD cop said yes to my advances, I was nervous as hell. Now, I just excited. "You bet, Officer, if you're interested. I live over on the next block."

You never know what you're gonna get. The shy kind, the offended kind, the naughty kind. Officer Friendly was pure Horndog.

"I got about five minutes. Think that will work?" he asked. His voice was a little quieter, in case someone was listening. No one was.

"Definitely," I smiled. Boasting. I was talented and I knew it. Pretty soon Officer...

"Cantone," he laughed as he saw me scoping out his name tag.

"Pleasure to meet you, Officer Cantone."

God, he was adorable as we walked the block over to my building. Definitely in his mid 40s now that I had a good look but his dimples made him seem youthful. "This you, buddy?" he asked with a smirk.

I nodded. "Did I use up my 5 minutes?" I teased.

He strutted up the steps to follow me. "Just make it worth my while and I'm not gonna split hairs."

I had it down pat. In full-on buddy mode as I ushered him in my place. Then crouching down in front of him, taking only a second to feel up that uniform fabric before I started unzipping.

Cantone had to help me pull his erection out from his briefs. He wasn't huge, but he was plenty big. I liked big. I licked him up and down some and I knew then from how hard he was, Cantone was a bisexual dude. Not just wanting to shut his eyes and think of a chick. He liked getting head from a guy.

So I went for it. Pulled that cop dick down and swallowed half of it.

"Holy fuck, dude," the policeman gasped. "Suck my dick."

I knew he was on a time crunch so I went for it. Nice sloppy, hungry blowjob. His hands settled on my head as I gave him head, which only fed my fire to do him right. I was determined to get this cop off big.

But the hands left and I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Buddy... I hate to press my luck," he hissed. "But do you take it up the ass?" God bless bisexual men.

Honestly, I'm not the biggest bottom, but a fitter policeman in uniform is usually enough to get me to put out. I looked up excitedly, in a way that told Cantone all he needed to know. "Still gotta make it a quickie, OK?" he clarified.

"Fuck yes," I said. I stood up and he followed me to my bed. I tossed him some lube then undid my shorts and leaned over the bed. I was keyed up but it had been a while since I'd been fucked, so I sure hoped this cop knew what he was doing.

He did. It took him twenty seconds for his blunt tool to work me open. To a great extent, sex is psychological for me and my attraction to Cantone and the surprise quickie was making me really enjoy this. I realized how much I missed it a full, thick bare policeman cock working me open and pressing deep.

His dick felt great but it was the uniform and the bulk of the kevlar vest against my back that had me going wild, spreading my legs and pressing my butt back against his crotch.

That was the signal he needed. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he started pounding hard and fast. His cock had me cumming a few seconds before I heard his own belabored breath in my ear and felt his body jerk and seize behind me. I forgot to look at the clock, but it was no more than a minute and a half before he came. I'd been ridden good and hard and it felt glorious.

No guilt either afterward, just a polite shyness as he asked for something to wipe off with. I obliged then watched his naughty schoolboy look as he tucked back in. "Ramirez is gonna razz me so hard," he chuckled.

"Ramirez is just jealous," I smiled, which made him laugh. He stepped up to me, not kissing but nudging my chin affectionately. "Can I get your number?"

I went to get a pad to scribble it down and handed it to him. He folded it like a prize lottery ticket and stuffed into his uniform shirt pocket.

"Thanks man, that was incredible," he said.

Then, he was out the door.

***

I have one rule, and one rule only. And Deputy Inspector Geoff McMullen was about to learn it.

"I could use one of your blowjobs, man," came the DM on Grindr. I'd met the Queens career cop the first year I lived in NYC. He pretty much was central casting, barrel-chested Irish daddy in his early 50s. Cautious enough to feel out guys discreetly, but smart enough to know being a DL married cop was his calling card on the app. He hit me up, I chatted him back and we set up a blow job date.

That first hookup lasted three minutes, five if you include the hello when he walked into my apartment and the chit chat as he tucked back in. That married cop prick was short and fat and clearly loved a mouth on it.

He apologized a little for blasting off so quick, but it was adorable actually. I assured him it was hot as fuck, and he got a playful grin on his face. "I'll hit you up again?" he asked as he paused by my front door.

We repeated that three weeks later, this time me going out to far Queens for a chance to blow him in his uniform. McMullen may not have a big dick but he sure shoots a hell of a cop load. I sucked it down like a pro, then got a healthy taste of the dribbles before licking him clean and tucking him back into his uniform trousers. McMullen loved that touch.

Then Deputy Inspector McMullen disappeared from Grindr, either playing things safe or just feeling guilty or whatever. That's cool.

Recently, almost two years to the date, I heard from the man. His profile was stripped down now, not even a good chest picture, but he'd logged on for a repeat. "I keep thinking of your blowjobs, Kyle. You're the best at em."

I didn't need flattery, I just needed a hard cop dick offered to me. I invited him to look me up when he was in Manhattan. It was the next day, and the Deputy Inspector had a heavy load saved up for me. Even if he was cheating on his wife, I felt bad for the man, in a way. He clearly didn't get enough action at home.

That's why I almost caved two days later when he DM'ed me again. But I didn't.

"Sorry, Officer, I have a three time rule."

"Three times?"

"I'll only service a man three times if he's not gonna put out for me."

"Whadda mean?" Damn I could sense his horniness even over these texts.

"Three BJs is the installment plan. After that I get to fuck your ass."

There was a long pause. There always a long pause. How often did this rule work in my favor? Let's say I struck out a lot. Generally most of the time, even. But the law of averages meant I'd fucked six NYPD asses since moving here. I wanted to make it seven.

"You're bullshitting me," came McMullen's reply.

"Friad not, sir," I decided to address him with extra respect. I wasn't looking to make McMullen my bitch. I just wanted inside his seasoned cop hole. "It's kind of my thing."

"Yeah... can't do that, man," he replied, less upset than I expected.

"No hard feelings." I said. Like I actually expected him to bend over for me.

Maybe this was easier because I was finding new police dick to suck. It wasn't the entirety of my sex life, but it was most of it. There are 36,000 police officers in the NYPD, and I was fooling around with about 2 or 3 a month, including some rotating regulars Life was good.

I was just getting off work one day, when out of the blue McMullen messaged me. "What do I get if I let you fuck me?" he asked bluntly.

Holy fuck, I had a live one on the fishing line. I grinned as I typed, "The lifetime plan. BJs whenever you want."

"You sweet talking fucker ;)"

He didn't elaborate, and I didn't push him. But an hour later he picked up the conversation again. "I'm cherry. Think you can go easy?"

God my dick was so hard right then. "Absolutely man. I want it good for both of us."

"You done this before?" he asked, with less pause than before.

I wasn't sure what he meant. Fucked a cop? "Done what?"

"Taken a guy's cherry."

"A few times, yeah," I replied truthfully. "I'm good at it." OK, you'd have to survey the men I'd done to see if they agreed, but I knew a little boasting would help my case.

He told me he'd think it over and get back to me.

"Take your time Officer," I wrote.

***

Sgt. Ellis wasn't bi. He watched PornHub vids on his phone the whole time I sucked him. The ones with loud moaning chicks doing bad fake orgasms. I never see why straight dudes like that shit. But he had a nice tool.. long more than thick, with foreskin over the head. His build was tall and matched his cock size. He wasn't Office Cantone hot, but he was muscular and the chocolate-dark muscle looked great in uniform. 9 times out of 10 when I blew the Sergeant he was in uniform.

The cop was the opposite of verbal. It never took him long to cum but neither of us rushed it. The man would come into my place, unzip to pull out that long schlong and then pull up a new favorite video on his phone.

Sgt. Ellis was on the Lifetime Plan. He had grinned and bore it when I fucked him. He was a tough as nails fucker and actually relaxed into it. He didn't get off or enjoy in the way gay men enjoyed it. But he actually had fewer hangups than I expected. I made a play for a repeat but he gave a firm no. That was OK, fucking him had been a trip and I still got off knowing I'd tapped that ass.

Some months I heard a lot from the Sergeant, some months not at all. I guess he dated women who took care of his needs. But when he was single I'd get a text from the police officer. A day in advance or a half hour. It was all good.

The man never announced his cum. He didn't need to, I knew it was coming by the way his legs shook. He came a lot and was sweet tasting. I loved it. I gave a soft lick before he pulled completely out because Ellis was always super sensitive after a nut. He'd silently wipe off with the rag I'd give him and tuck back into his uniform. And then put away that damned phone.

And as I walked him to show him out, he'd thank me. "You do good work, man," he'd say.

***

Deputy Inspector McMullen was nervous as anything. I did my best to calm him. A beer, some sports talk, some jokes. I thought of myself as the cop whisperer, but as he sat on my couch almost shaking, I worried this one was gonna bolt.

"You OK, man?" I had to ask.

He looked at me and forced a smile. "I can't believe I'm here."

"I'll do my best to make it easy for ya man," I said. "I swear I'm good at this."

He gulped. "Maybe that's what I'm worried about," he admitted. He took a swig of beer and set down the bottle with a clank on the coffee table. "Think we can just get this started?"

I nodded and led him to the bedroom.

He was half hard when he stripped which was a good sign. "Just go with the flow," I urged, then started my method: slow oral worship of his cock, but not getting him off. Lots of attention to his balls and the spot underneath. Finally, directing him to lift his legs so I could eat him out. I gathered McMullen had never had a rim job before. He wouldn't be the first cop to have that milestone with me, but he was the most enthusiastic.

"Fuck buddy," he gasped as my tongue drilled and teased his daddy ring. "That feels wild."

"It's gonna feel wilder," I boasted and dove back in for some more intense ass eating.

By the time I was moving on to the next stage Geoff McMullen's short fat cop cock was a rock hard spike leaking against his furry belly.

"Feel good?" I asked as the first lubed finger teased then slowly entered him.

He nodded. "So far so good," he answered. The nervous was coming back but not too bad.

I added a second. Tight at first but soon the officer got used to it.

I took my time. By the time I had three fingers in him, the Deputy Inspector wasn't only ready for it, he wanted it.

I didn't want to jinx anything by asking if he was ready to be fucked. I just maneuvered so my slicked up meat was lined with my hand. He looked down his girthy bod at me, his legs pulled wide and back in a receptive position. I timed it so my fingers pulled out as my cock pushed in.

Fuck, I was in cherry cop territory. Giving gentle thrusts in and out about three to four inches. The tightness and thrill I fucking live for.

Geoff breathed heavily but wasn't objecting. I could tell he was adjusting to the mind fuck of it all. Particularly once I felt the relaxed hole allow me to press all the way in.

"You got it, Officer," I announced proudly.

His eyes lit up. "Fuck!" His spike thwapping on his belly.

I thrust in. Actually fucking that rack of Irish cop beef. Not hard but steady.

"Not gonna take me long," I announced. "You wanna stroke off while I fuck you?"

It was like the idea hadn't occurred to the man but after I drizzled some lube on his stick he got the hint. As I worked my hips harder, he jerked like a horny teen, fast and spasmodically. I gathered that was McMullen's normal masturbation style.

It took a minute. A minute for me to show this 54-year-old cop his p-spot. His face went pink then red and his body gave it up. Heavy spurts of seed onto his belly and blocky pecs just as my own ejaculation began inside his guts.

We were both out of breath as we recovered and as McMullen laughed I started laughing too. "Goddamn, that was something else," he said as my dong slowly softened and slipped out of him.

I took a chance, hoping I was reading him right. I leaned in...

"No," he said brusquely, the laugh stopping suddenly. "I don't fucking kiss."

***

Officer Cantone, the 6'4" DILFy stud I'd met on my block, held my head tight against his crotch. He smelled like cologne and cop uniform and man. It's what helped me keep my gag reflex in check as he claimed a deep throat and unloaded those heavy balls of his.

"God fucking damn, buddy, that's sweet..." he hissed, excitement in his voice as he rode out the orgasmic pleasure and finally extracted that beautiful seven-incher from my mouth.

I was still catching my breath and on my knees when the man tucked back in, not even bothering to wipe off the spit and sperm from his dong. "I knew I could count on you, buddy," he said. Of all the cops I'd done, Cantone was the friendliest. The fact he was a bachelor, divorced maybe, made my mind race for the first time to think of what it would be like to date a cop.

"Happy to help, Officer," I said in my normal post-sex manner as I got up on to my feet. "It'll be the last." I explained to him my Rule of Three.

He shook his head. "I'll be damned. That ever work for you, buddy?" He was clearly amused by my chutzpa.

I shrugged. "I'm discreet. But yeah it works more than you'd think."

He didn't say anything. He just picked up his cap and put in on his head. I couldn't tell if he was offended or thinking it over. Maybe both. Gone was that Officer Friendly manner. Instead, he turned and walked out of my place without a word.

That was the hardest part of the no-strings approach, and if there was a man who made me question it, it was Rich Cantone. But damnit, it was such an unrealistic idea. Cops like that didn't date men, they just got sucked on the DL.

***

Deputy Inspector McMullen kicked off his shoes as he undid his belt. I could tell his short fat spike was rock hard. "I got a full two hours, man," he said excitedely. "Maybe we can go for two?"

"Your call," I replied with a laugh. I knew Geoff McMullen would want head regularly now that he was on the Lifetime Plan, but even I was surprised by how regularly he made excuses to come into Manhattan. I offered to go meet him, but he liked the freedom and privacy of my place.

He shucked down his jeans and there it was, commando... that thick married cop cock. Drooling even in anticipation. He stepped out of his jeans. McMullen was a top heavy man, and had put on a couple of extra pounds as he approached 55. Like before, he hesitated to take off his sweatshirt. I didn't give a fuck either way. This career cop was the real deal.

"Kyle..." he asked after I milked load number one of him. "Think you might wanna fuck me today?" Not nervous this time. I could tell McMullen had been thinking this over, a lot. And he knew he had the goods, how crazy I'd be to get in his ass again.

"Yeah, man," I said as I peeled down my workout shorts and stroked my bone. "That'd be incredible."

Then the guy surprised me by leaning in and putting his hand behind my head. Instead of guiding it to his cock, he pulled me up into a kiss. Our first one. I'd fucked seven cops, and Deputy Inspector McMullen was the first I'd kissed.

The kissing made that fuck even hotter. We took our time, particularly since Geoff needed some recovery before round two. It was worth it. I fucked a healthy load out of him and left a matching one inside him. He felt more comfortable in his skin, even after the sex.

I let Geoff shower up first. He had to get back home and I was just enjoying the relaxation of lying in bed after a good lay. A little proud that my swimmers were deep in the Deputy Inspector's guts.

Then, as I checked my phone I saw I had soem texts. A couple from my friends checking in about evening plans, but one was from Officer Cantone. "All right you win. Let's do this."

God fucking damm, I was gonna add cop number 8 to my collection.

#drakestories

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biblicallyangelic · 9 months

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HATZGANG HEADCANONZ!!!!

Roy:

💵💰🧨🥤

Listens to shitty rap music

Thinks games like Roblox and such are for babies, he bullies Robert for it

Scared of horror movies

Secretly listens to Kpop, if you catch him he claims it’s for the hot girls 🤓

His favorite band would be Twice

Rich white boy

“I’m not privileged! Someone called me a snow roach!!🤬”

Makes fun of foreigners for their accent, but can only speak English 💀💀

His parents force him to do sports, he doesn’t want to so whenever they drop him off he sneaks out and skips the classes without anyone knowing

Either straight or gay, no in between

He’s a chubby and short boy

The embodiment of Eric cartman

Ross:

🌎🔭🌌🚀🛸

Big fan of metal thanks to his dad, favorite bands are Megadeth, Slipknot and Cannibal Corpse

Drinks monster energy in secret, his mom tells him not to because it makes him even more tired since he’s young

Space enthusiast

Smart as hell, has plenty of knowledge

Pretty good at science

Pulls down his beanie when he’s nervous or embarrassed

Quiet, observes instead of talking

Gives random facts during a conversation

Has plenty of metal band shirts that his dad lent him from when he was younger

Tries to be edgy as hell

Latino, more specifically Puerto Rican on his dad’s side

He’d probably be French on his mom’s side since Jaune is yellow in French

Fascinated with aliens and ‘unknown space creatures’

Skateboards

Sneaks out at night to go stargazing alone

Writes poems and he’s pretty good at it too!

Speaks Spanish and English

Bisexual

Robert:

🪴🧸🔎🪱🐞

Gives the best hugs

Probably an age regressor

Loves animals and nature

Likes painting and drawing

Wants to become a painter in the future

Plays reblex adopt me 🤬 with his little sister

Lots of spelling mistakes

Puts his milk before his cereal

AUTISTIC!1!1!1!

John takes him to the police station since Robert admires him

His favorite movie is Beverly Hills Cops because of that

Owns a Nintendo switch

Collects butterflies

VERY clumsy

Eats worms…

I can see him being Slav/eastern European, either Russian or Czech, but just half

Pansexual

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mogai-sunflowers · 11 months

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happy pride. remember that first and foremost, queer pride is radical anti-fascism. you don’t belong at pride if you are against the liberation of all oppressed peoples.

You’re bisexual but think cops are a force of good and that Black lives, that Indigenous and Latino lives, that disabled and impoverished and even other queer lives are therefore expendable? Pride doesn’t want you.

You’re trans but think religion is a universally evil force and harass every Jewish person and Hijabi you see at pride just because YOU had a bad experience with your religion? Pride doesn’t want you.

You’re a lesbian but you think trans women are just misogynists and trans men are just women who want to escape the patriarchy? Boo hoo crybaby, Pride doesn’t want you.

You’re a gay man but you enforce racist and fat phobic body standards in your own community? Pride doesn’t FUCKING want you!

If you don’t stand with ALL marginalized people, you stand with none of us. you can don your rainbows and shout love is love all you want but if you don’t give a fuck about people who are even a little different than you, who dare to live their lives outside the box you’ve made your home, then get the fuck out of pride.

otherwise, happy pride queers ily <333

#🌌when the stars align ; reigns rambles🌌

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fuck-customers · 10 months

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Names changed.

Buckle the fuck in.

I have been wanting to tell anyone about this series of events at work. The story doesn't start with me, an ex-coworker who was a Lead and was the one who checked in Julius the dog for a month-long stay. It is well known that his owner Mario is a bit of an Eccentric old Queen. He thinks he's a vampire and other shit. Whatever. He's checking his dog in and mentions he's going to Colombia to find a husband and do cocaine.

Okay go off, if I were retired and lonely I'd probably do something similar. I know he's lonely because every time he comes in he starts the same conversation about how all his family is dead and he's single.

Clearly, he's a bit out there, but if I was a retired old gay like him I'd have some fun too. Whatever. The owner calls our partnered trainer for a few sessions. A few weeks go by and for the third training session, he's not answering. Really weird for him, but we chalk it up to him avoiding roaming fees.

Our trainer finishes his allotted training since he didn't answer to add more. She calls multiple times for 3 days, and she wants the extra money. This is very important.

We get a call from one of Julius's emergency contacts since s in South America saying that Julius is going to be staying for another 3 weeks, and now his stay is two months. Mario has to pay us the current total to prevent abandonment, Joe's friend gets the money wired and the stay is extended, he's using Facebook Messenger as his communication method. So it takes a whole day to do this Totally get it when I got back to my home country. I do the same with Whatsapp. This is normal, this is fine! We extended the stay.

Three weeks pass and we get another call from the same agent, Julius is staying one more night, and Mario's flight got canceled. Annoying since the dog is nasty and a pest (affectionate) but we extend the stay.

He comes in to pick up his dog the next day straight from the airport (not that far it's maybe 20 minutes away). He starts chatting with the Manager, Assistant Manager, and me. He's talking about drinks food, and hotel price. He keeps making a point about the currency exchange rate. USD to COP. So cheap to him. The Assistant and I eye each other we're both Latino so this is annoying.

Then he starts ranking about how he hired security to escort him through all the major cities of the country, Medellin, Cali, and Bogota. All with heavily armored guards.

Our computers start fucking up so the invoice has to be inserted manually, my Manager does it. This is when he starts talking about how dangerous it was in Colombia, how that's why he hired guards ( he had pictures, lots of them, lots and lots). Now I'm uncomfortable. Colombia isn't as dangerous as he's making it out to be, normal people live normal lives and tourism is huge!

By then I'm praying to Jesus and his baby daddy too, as he admits to drunk driving and running over a dog. Then he starts calling the locals whores? How everyone was pimping out their kids and everyone and their mother were forced into sex work because of poverty. Everyone was greedy and envious. I'm trying not to leap over the counter and beat the shit outta this guy.

Then he starts talking about how the main purpose of his trip was to go find a husband. He was proposed to by 2 guys, he showed us the rings (ugly as the man wearing them) and emphasized again how "they were all so fucking greedy". How everyone wanted to talk and be near him because he was popular and had money.

I try to veer the conversation away from that but he goes back to the shit load of drugs and sex he had. My Assistant manager leaves around here.

Now for the pièce de résistance.

He starts detailing how he got KIDNAPPED by a "family" (I'll sell my left kidney if they actually were a real family)

He was fucking ransomed for 7K USD and proceeded to explain that he was kept subdued with sex. This explains his mystery absence and random ass extension AND how his friend was the only one who could be contacted. As well as the obscene amount of money paid in full to extend Julius's stay. This guy is fucking loaded and he was showing it off so much that someone noticed he's as stupid as they come and kidnapped him.

Sweet baby Jesus. But it gets worse.

He shows us proof. He sent his guards away because he wanted to have sex with a 20-something-year-old. By now he's showing off pictures of all the men he had sex with. Accidentally showed us nudes while showing off the cocktails he drank. And turns out! That the family had a father and son and he had sex with both of them. He implied a threesome. I suddenly wished I didn't know English.

I leave because I will laugh, and yell. I start asking my ancestors instead for guidance but instead they laugh as I am forced to back up front.

So I get to hear how he wants to move to Colombia. Apparently, he's moving there as soon as he sells his house here. Which….no words.

I go to the back again and work on cleaning rooms. Later when I go to the kitchen my manager is there and I make a comment about him. And here's the really fucked up bit, while he was explaining that he was both terrified and in love with his experience in Colombia my manager was like "Yeah I don't think I could go and have a time like yours" He looked her up and down, a willowy, average height blond blue-eyed white women in her 20s, and said "no way you be raped so bad" My hand went to my mouth I swore loud and she just shrugged.

This guy has a coke-fried brain, my god. Anyways, the dog just stayed with us again while he was in Colombia again, and luckily, we didn't have to deal with another checkout since he had his dog shipped over to Colombia via a company. Good luck to them both, and I hope the guy who marries him leeches him out of all his money and then some.

#submissions #fuck customers #embarrassing #tw: racism #tw: incest #tw: animal death #tw: kidnapping #tw: sex mention #tw: rape mention #tw: drugs

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baragonspleasurebarge · 2 years

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idk if its a poc thing but me and so many of my queer friends have marriage pacts lol the idea of coming out is terrifying and so is the potential of being thrown out and the gray area carlos has been in for 10 years is anxiety inducing

how much of you is too much for your parents to take? how do you face extended family? and if you grew up in multi-generational households or carlos canonically going to tia lucy’s every weekend the idea of coming out is terrifying so plot holes aside this is pretty on par for what id expect from a gay latino kid in texas.

i was a bit annoyed with how quickly they moved past the farmers market scene so carlos spends 10 years never bringing a man home and thinking he’s not man enough and shouldn’t even be a cop and suddenly he’s hosting his parents and owen like nothing happened? nahhhh he used tks manhattan liberal upbringing to prove his point and this wasn’t that shocking of a secret lol it sucked that season 1 is the way it is and tk had no idea and he never processed it fully cuz he was comforting carlos but a lavender marriage isn’t that crazy 🤷🏽

Thank you for sharing that perspective, I think it’s an important one 💛

#911 lone star #anon asks

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rafaelsilvasource · 2 years

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GQ México: Rafael Silva and diversity’s conquest of primetime TV

The Brazilian actor has stood out thanks to the series "911 Lone Star", where he plays a gay Latin character. We talked with him about diversity, how it is to work with Ryan Murphy and the need for LGBTQ+ representation.

"I wasn’t looking for it. My first day was with Liv Tyler, I got a little nervous," confesses Rafael Silva about his role in 911: Lone Star, the spinoff series of 911 that has led him to be a prime time standout for three seasons. In the Ryan Murphy series, the Brazilian plays Carlos Reyes, a gay cop of Latino origin who has made an impact in both communities.

The impact has been such that the role has earned him a fandom that in each installment follows the relationship that the character maintains with that of TK, and that has detonated the phenomenon of "Tarlos", one of those binomials that capture entertainment headlines and accumulate faithful followers in all corners of the planet. On TikTok alone, #tarlos has been used about 95 million times. But unlike "Brangelina" or "Bennifer", Silva has achieved it with a homosexual character who defies the normal limited representation of ethnicity or sexual orientation to present a character worthy of being in the best LGBTQ+ series.

"Most of my life I’ve lived as a Latino immigrant in the United States, I know this kind of life of a person who left his native country with his family," explains the actor who, like his character, is openly gay. "I chase characters with stories that do not perpetuate the stereotype of LGBT+ stories, which are always full of suffering and lack of love, and it is always a struggle to survive.”

This is why the actor credits the character’s connection with the audience: "It’s a type of relationship that you see every day," he says. "That kind of relationship is normal in the community, it means love, it’s not taboo, it’s not wrong. It’s necessary to see this."

Do you think that, as part of the industry has demanded, LGBTQ+ characters should be played by LGBTQ+ actors? Rafael Silva prefers to meditate on his response before launching into fluent Spanish. "The actor can shape the role more when he doesn’t have to use his imagination to know what the character is going through, when they know what it means because he or she went through it," he says. "There is a certain moment where that representation is necessary."

When we chatted, a fourth season of 911: Lone Star has been confirmed and could come with a wedding between Carlos and TK. At the same time, people in the United States face movements to pass laws that violate the rights of transgender people and even prohibit the mention of gender diversity issues in schools.

What does Rafael Silva say to people who are uncomfortable with Carlos? He lets out a laugh. "It’s life," he says. "What happens in front of them is reality. You can decide to see it or not, but this kind of love is real, it’s legitimate.” And he adds, "I think I’m here to help change." And with his incarnation of this character, he’s already done it.

#rafael silva #press #ls press #911 lone star #tarlos #interviews #quotes #gq méxico #june 2022 #translation

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anicejuicymurder · 3 months

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My month in mysteries (January 2024)

Thought I'd start a series of posts, rounding up all the mystery media I consumed at the end of each month! Here's what I watched and read in January

The Gone

NZ crime drama that sees an Irish detective travel to NZ to work with a local cop when an Irish couple goes missing. It's a decent enough show, though I figured out the culprit very early on, but that's fine. I liked Acushla-Tara Kupe as the NZ cop a lot and the touches of Māori culture. I hope it gets renewed, though, because it ends on a cliffhanger lol

Something Undone

Haven't finished this one! Canadian show about true crime podcasters investigating a cold case. Loved the atmosphere and cinematography, but I found it very difficult to follow and I feel like I missed something somewhere

Deadloch

Brilliant! Wrote a review post about it here

Fargo

After nearly ten years of being on my watchlist, decided to finally watch Fargo, so I can watch the newest season. I know it's an anthology, but my brain won't let me watch things out of order, even in cases like these. I've only watched two or three eps, though, because I'm finding it difficult to get into :\

The Tourist (season 2)

This is stretching the parameters of this blog a little, but it *is* a mystery haha anyway, I enjoyed it a lot, though I was sad to leave Australia behind. Still, Ireland is gorgeous, and Jamie Dornan and Danielle Macdonald are just wonderful together. If you like dark humour, I highly recommend it!

I also started re-watching Grantchester and Vienna Blood

Movies

Where the Crawdads Sing

This is the kind of thing that should be right up my alley but it just fell flat for me

Maigret

I'm not overly familiar with Maigret—I've never read any of the books and the only other adaptation I've seen is the one with Rowan Atkinson some years back—but this was okay. Fairly subdued, but the costumes are great!

Invitation to a Murder

A little period murder piece in the vein of Agatha Christie (though not as good), that is inexplicably set in England when most of the cast seems to be American. But it was diverting enough and I'm pretty easy to please when it comes to period murder mysteries. I would 100% watch a series of Mischa Barton's character solving murders!

Miss Willoughby and the Haunted Bookshop

The titular Miss Willoughby has a friend who is plagued by the ghost of her dead father and she sets out to get to the bottom of what's going on. Feels a lot like some of the Hallmark mystery movies, but maybe a little nicer looking. It's not a murder mystery, but still has those cosy vibes I love. Again, I'd watch more—it's a very easy 'switch brain off' kind of watch, which I need sometimes

I also re-watched The Last of Sheila, which is just brilliant

Books

Lay Your Sleeping Head by Michael Nava

This is the first in the series of the Henry Rios mysteries (or the rewritten version of the first, which was originally titled The Little Death), which sees Rios, a gay, Latino criminal defence lawyer thrown headlong into a tangle of murder, amongst other things.

I thought it was really well-written and I enjoyed the protagonist a lot! It felt similar to Joseph Hansen's Brandsetter novels and Richard Stevenson's Strachey series—closer to the hardboiled tradition than cosies, but I love both types of detective fiction equally.

#My month in mysteries #murder mysteries #crime drama #tv mysteries

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ashleybenlove · 1 year

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Diversity win! The woman holding the gay Latino cop captive loves the gays!

#ashleybenlove posts #911 Lone Star #911 Lone Star spoilers #season 4 #Abandoned

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prettyhighforawhiteguyblog · 8 months

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By the way, friends, if you ever have a mental breakdown or are suicidal or anything like that don't go to the emergency room. The following is not just one bad hospital. It's basically all of them. I've talked to other people in other parts of the country.

I had a massive breakdown a few weeks ago from a new anti-anxiety med and a lot of stress. And maybe I got too high. We called for an ambulance and got 4 cops instead. And I got a nice strapped down ride to the ER. To be fair, I was not in my right mind at the time and was unpredictable.

But it wasn't fair.

ER psych wards are straight out of 1923. They use hours of stress positions and cold to torture the inmates into "submission" ("coercive measures"). And it doesn't matter if you are already submissive. I was obviously sober and cooperative. The bastards wanted their fun anyway. After the hours of stress positions, they continue to keep "patients" unsettled with over medication of "anti-psychotics", verbally shame them from being sick, and keep them in a constant state of anxiety and discomfort after they have "coerced" them into submission while way too many heavily armed cops roam around doing their own bullying. All the whole denying them obviously needed medical care including simple first aid. The "nurses" and "doctors" themselves have lost their empathy and replaced it with sadism. And they ruin the good hearts the younger ones to be just like them.

I didn't hear a single compassionate word given to anyone.

I have so many stories just from 18 hours of being in there witnessing the worse psychological and physical tortures they were doing to the people they knew had nobody. It was a constant provocation of the most vulnerable people in the hospital in order to excuse more "coercive measures". The only reason I got out so "soon" was I had an advocate (spouse) trying to bring me home.

And they take away even the ability to escape by suicide. An escape so many would surely make if they could. I doubt hell would be much worse.

They, like prisons, don't help anyone. It's just for storage and terror. And it caused me trauma that continues to give me flashbacks weeks later. I'm not sure what state I would be in now without a loving family and a spouse who loves compassionately and deeply to heal me. Or my long-time counselor. Or my chickens. I held my little bunny for hours as my little angry little tribble did his best to comfort me. I slept with terrible dreams for nearly 48 straight. I couldn't even eat for a week. It feels even now like it set me back a year in my recovery from the pit I only recently crawled out of.

I think the second worst thing was the insanity of it all. Why hurt people who are already hurting so much? I get the whole Nietzsche thing is in play. So fucking what? It's still insane.

The worst thing was meeting a young resident doctor who was obviously gay and Latino. He knew what it was like to be oppressed. I could still hear some basic goodness in his voice. But he was already cold and compassionless. They were ruining his good heart just as they had done to so many others. And he will become twice as much a son of hell and traumatize thousands more over his long life.

And I know that is only a snapshot of the evil in our empire.

#civilization #empire #hell #mental health #mental illness #healthcare #mental healthcare #not an isolated example #PH4WG Original #ph4wg

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chitownwolf · 1 year

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This may not make any sense, but hear me out:

So we all know that Judd, acts like a big brother to TK. At the beginning of the show TK hasn’t been in Texas long, yet after Judds break down and fights, he takes on the role of big brother to TK.

I have been imagining lately, because Carlos has been there his whole life, and because he’s a cop and Grace is a dispatcher, then they would be connected somehow. I feel like they would know each other through grace.

This is what has me up thinking: I can imagine a scenario either in the show, or in a fanfic, that Something Happens; like an argument or something, between TK and Carlos and they are both not speaking to cool off. Or TK does something to unintentionally hurt Carlos (Im a sucker for hurt!Carlos/Angst), so he feels bad about it and Judd can see that at work. but because Judd is very protective of TK he assumes Carlos did something.

Keeping all this in mind, I am imagining Judd goes to confront Carlos about what he (supposedly) did to TK. Carlos doesn’t say a word because he knows it’s not true and he doesn’t want to lash out. Judge then says something along the lines of “I expected better from you” or something like that and that is the straw that breaks the camels back.

Because then Carlos releases some thing that has been bothering him for a long time, and he will yell at Judd saying “how would you know that, we haven’t spoken in a very long time. you always go to TK‘s defense but you never once asked about me or how I’m doing. You were my friend first Judd, but the second TK walked in your life you completely forgot about me.”

Then the rest of the story is Judd trying to show Carlos/prove to him that he is still his friend, while also working through internal favoritism. Because what Carlos said is true, they were good friends but the second 2 other white boys come in, he completely forgets about Carlos (who is a gay Latino) and puts him on the back burner. Grace is obviously disappointed in him, because she never stopped being friends with Carlos and she knew what he was feeling.

If someone actually writes this, please tag me I really need to see this.

#911 lone star #9 1 1 lone star #lone star #tarlos is endgame #tarlos #tk strand #carlos curls #carlos is my favorite character #carlos reyes

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billthedrake · 1 year

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