New York kills slowly
I took your seat and you made your way into my lap. Our fingers laced and I continued my banter. We had moved into our past. Things were as everyone remembered them and as we remembered each other.
We made no show of this affection but our breathing stopped, allowing us to restart it together. Our chests falling in sync. Only we knew what was going on. I let go of your hands and let my own wonder up your arm. I wanted to feel you again, to defy time, and welcome you back into an uneasy and unfinished silent romance.
We drank, we ate, we laughed, we touched. I spent that night sprawled out on the floor of your brother’s room, kept awake by the low buzz of his snores. I moved and turned failing to prompt myself into sleep. I grabbed at my phone checking the time.
3:14 AM
I slid my phone open, scrolling down to my contacts and stopping at your name. The harsh light hurt but I took my time.
I could have said nothing.
I could have tucked my phone into my pocket and fought my way into slumber. I could have let things stay as they were and in the morning returned to our uneasy, unspoken, history.
I pressed enter
Are you awake?
Yeah, just laying in bed
I’m on your brother’s floor. I could use a bed..
Before you could respond I changed the direction as not to betray my intentions.
When are you leaving?
My mom is dropping me off at the airport at 7. I’ll be up before then
Oh, OK. Well I wanna see you and say bye before you leave
Come meet me down downstairs
I paused taking in the invitation. I raced downstairs trying to avoid the possibility of running into your with your door open, an untamed possibility. I made my way to the couch forcing myself to seem causal. And then I felt your hand.They ran trails through my hair. I turned looking up to glean whether you had caught me rushing. If you had your countenance didn’t betray you.
You walked over. Slow and silent. Your undershirt sat snugly around your rounded breasts and tight stomach. You wore a bra and I couldn’t help but wonder if that had been intentional. Did you fear the implicit intimacy of being just a little exposed?
You positioned yourself at the opposite end of the couch and draped your bare legs over my own. This is who we are, an awkward tango of proximity and distance.
I worked my hands gently up your legs tracing the curvature and tone of your muscles.
I’m going to miss you
I paused, failing to make eye contactIt’s been nice seeing you
You scooted forward holding my arms for leverageYeah. I almost don’t want to go home now.
Oh yeah? Well you got me for the next few hours. That’s nice I guess.
Yeah. That is nice.
You grabbed me again scooting forward and resting your head on my chest. My hands slid forward, a quiet devouring of every inch of your legs. My hands met around your waist, laced and resting on that grey area between skin and clothes. I rested my chin on your head and with the slightest pressure inched your toward me. I needed you closer.I don’t know how much time elapsed and I don’t know if you were the provocateur, or if I just…reacted. But I slid my hands under your shirt, running up your curved spine. I stopped at the hard raised border of your bra. I expected a reaction, a question, hesitation, repulsion. But you didn’t even look up at me. Your head moved, and you placed your lips against my collar bone. It was all the permission I needed.
I worked the clasps of your bra, feeling the surging tension running between your shoulders. Your lips betrayed your hesitance. Skimming my skin you found my neck laying on it profound kisses. The first and last.
Source: theclushlife
Marvel Comics makes history with a gay X-Men marriage.
Marvel Comics’ Astonishing X-Men is set to experience a new sound effect on top of its booms, whams, and sknits: the bong of wedding bells. Specifically, it’s the wedding bells of Marvel’s first gay marriage between longtime X-Man Northstar and his civilian boyfriend, Kyle. After pairing up the couple in 2009, Marvel is officially tying their knot in June’s Astonishing X-Men #51.
(x)Amazing!
Wow. Equality is happening.
SO FUCKING EXCITED
Cool. Cool, cool, cool.
LETS GOOOO!!!
Source: iamthefirstavenger
Tonight I was hit with a hand full of eggs and huge rock on my back and called “Nigger” by a white guy in the backseat of a dark blue truck as I was riding my bike on Westheimer and Jeanetta. They drove too fast for me to get the license plate number. I had to get a cop to drive me home. This night makes me wonder how blacks did it back in the day, and why the community is looking the way it is now. I am trying not to cry, but I am in physical pain from the rock and not understanding why I deserved this.
uugh
Reblogging because solidarity.
You don’t know me, but I got your back, any day, any hour, any minute.
I once saw a large truck full of african american males switch lanes, come towards where I was standing on the curb in the rain and purposefully go REALLY fast to hit a large puddle to make it splash me, then saw them roll down the windows and point at me as they laughed.
I am a single white female. I hate to bring race or anything into this and I am sure white people are just as much as ass holes but racism of any kind HAS GOT TO STOP it’s not okay no matter what race you are to hate on any other races! I have been targeted SO MANY times because I am white and female, mostly by men either white OR black doesn’t matter.
I remember once I was in a long line at McDonalds, I would have been next to be served when another lane opened up and the clerk motioned to me to step over to be served. I moved, HUGE black guy who just walked in the store (I saw him enter cause of the position of the doors) Tried to shove me away so he could get helped first. I might have made a face but I know I said, “I have been waiting I was next” he said, “I was clearly here first.” I said, “No you just came in I’ve been waiting in that line.” He gets REALLY uppity and starts shouting, “WELL WHEN YOU’RE WHITE YOU’RE RIGHT” and starts throwing this huge fit.
The cashier (she was black) tells the man that he’s being immature and that she clearly saw I was next and motioned for me to come over, that bringing race into this was not an issue. The guy would just not shut up about me being a white princess and spoiled, when dude I was at the same McDonalds he was in the same bad part of town where I always hung out cause clearly princesses eat at McDonalds in Downtown cleveland. Anyway he had to be removed claiming racial discrimination when even the other people of his race were looking at him like he was a total idiot.
Like I said this has to stop, so I reblogged to share your story as well.
the only thing that needs to stop in this particular conversation is YOU whitey-o
“I am a single white female. I hate to bring race or anything into this-“
motherfucker you don’t hate to bring race into it. you started off stating you were white, you obviously came prepared to bring race into it. dumbass no one wants your sob story. wamp wamp you got splashed with water wamp wamp a crazy asshole was at mcdonalds. cry more.
fucking white people
White woman tears: The ultimate drug.
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!
Did this lady just try to compare her pain of being shoved out of line to this girl getting both hit by a rock and egged?
The only way that racism is going to stop is if we stop talking about it. Quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck that this woman was egged/had a rock thrown at her, and the fact that she is black shouldn’t change that. Sure, its terrible what those guys did, but NOBODY would have drawn attention to it if she wasn’t black. She’s another human being. She shouldn’t deserve special treatment because of her skin colour.
Wow.
I was ready to type a whole, intelligent response to this bullshit. But no.
Fuck that noise.
Why would in try to trivialize her story like that?
What is the matter with you?
I’ve been the victim and witness of similar things, to many to mention. It’s a shame that in 2012, when we as a nation are quick to call this a “post-racial” period, shit like this still happens. It is however interesting to see the ways in which this painful and humiliating story shows how seemingly well intentioned individuals are actually missing the mark when it comes to issues of race and discrimination.
Source: bevin
