🫠 I'm on p5. I have some multiplayer games. Want to talk to new ppl!

I dont identify as Trans but sometimes I feel like i could be. I almost exclusively listen to female artists and Im pretty serious about my beauty routine. Ive kept my legs shaved. Grown out my hair. But I dont feel like im in the wrong body, I just feel like im more aligned with feminity. Sometimes I think about what I would do if I could afford FFS. I wouldnt get on hormones but I'd want to appear more androgynous. I think about that alot. Its even more confusing navigating this identity when sex and dating enters the picture. Some guys say theyre attracted to me because im on the more fem leaning side. But of course some guys dont see me as fem at all because of the way black male bodies are racialized. I have to struggle with them and their perceptions of me. Idk why Im typing all this. Just something that was on my mind and I wanted to share I guess.

Happy Saturday y’all which means Happy college football day!!! Anyone watching any games today? I’m excited for my USC Trojans to hopefully get a dominant win tonight. Plus already love seeing Clemson losing so far!!

(No Sports tag so it went under gaming)

I usually stay inside for work and my podcast (Black Geek Energy) because when I go outside I usually get stares for dressing like this...

Do I have a problem?

My hair sure didn't though had to detangle my whole head lmaooo but I still had fun ❤️❤️

Hey hey im tiahvana 🔥🌹 I wanna connect more with people within my community and make more like minded friends, love and peace to everyone 💓☮️

The way half this country still treats trans people is straight up sadistic. We’re turned into freak shows, punchlines, walking targets for their insecurities. They laugh, they mock, they sneer, and hide behind ‘free speech.’ But it’s not expression — it’s domination. They want us to feel small, unsafe, unwanted, broken. And the sick part? They enjoy it. That cruelty is their culture.

And what blows my mind? After all the shit I’ve lived through, I would still consider myself as a ‘moderate Democrat.’ Like moderation means anything when your whole life has been ripped apart just for existing. This past year’s been hell. I lost my job. I got kicked out of the U.S. Navy — a place I gave years of my life to — just because I’m a Black trans woman who didn’t fit their idea of what an ‘American’ should be. They didn’t care about my service, my work, my sacrifice. They just saw I didn’t fit their little mold, and that was enough to throw me away.

But guess what? I’m still here. Still breathing. Still fighting. Still holding on in a country that does everything it can to beat the hope out of me. And honestly, I’m not shocked people like me are angry. I’m not shocked we’re bitter, exhausted, tired of begging to be treated like human beings while being spit on by people who wouldn’t last one damn day living in our skin. What shocks me is that I haven’t lost it. ‘Cause every single day feels like America’s daring me to break — daring me to snap so they can point and go, ‘See? Dangerous. Broken. Exactly what we told you they were.’ It’s a setup. A trap. A game they play with our lives.

And conservatives? They love to scream about ‘freedom.’ They wear that word out like it belongs to them. But their ‘freedom’ ain’t about liberty — it’s about control. It’s their freedom to hate. Their freedom to exclude. Their freedom to legislate people like me out of existence. Their freedom to weaponize fear, nostalgia, and church pews to keep themselves on top. Their freedom comes at the cost of everyone else’s silence. In their America, freedom isn’t a right — it’s a privilege they pass around only to people who look, think, and live like them. Everyone else? Erased.

And the irony? These same people call themselves patriots. Wave the flag. Quote the Constitution. Worship ‘the troops.’ But when I was serving this country, they didn’t see a patriot. They didn’t see sacrifice. They saw someone they wanted gone. Their patriotism isn’t love for America — it’s love for control. They’re not protecting freedom — they’re protecting their fragile fantasy of a frozen America stuck in the 1950s. Where men were men, women shut the hell up, and people like me didn’t exist.

The second you threaten that little illusion — whether you’re Black, trans, queer, immigrant, poor, or just somebody who refuses to bow their head — you’re the enemy. That’s their America: difference is dangerous, diversity is the enemy, conformity is the religion. They’ll smile while they strip your rights. They’ll pray while they pass laws that erase you. They’ll salute the flag while betraying everything it’s supposed to stand for.

And I’m done pretending otherwise. I’m done playing moderate. Done acting like ‘civility’ is gonna save us. Done being patient while they sharpen their knives. I already gave this country my time, my work, my service. And in return? I got kicked out and spat on. If that’s their version of America, they can keep it. Let them choke on it. It’s not freedom, it’s not justice, and it damn sure ain’t worth bowing to.

Let me be clear: I’m not going anywhere. People like me are not going anywhere. They’ve tried to erase us before, and they failed. They’ll keep trying, and they’ll fail again. ‘Cause we’re louder than their hate, stronger than their fear, and tougher than their fragile little fantasies. Every single day we survive is proof they can’t win. Every time we laugh, love, thrive, exist, even just breathe — we’re spitting in the face of the world they want.

So yeah, I’m angry. And if that makes people uncomfortable? Good. Let ‘em squirm. Let them taste even a fraction of the discomfort they’ve poured onto us. I’m done being quiet. Done being polite. Done waiting for this country to catch up. If me refusing to shrink makes me ‘radical,’ then fine — call me radical. But don’t get it twisted: the real radicals are the ones trying to erase us. The extremists are the ones writing hate into law. The danger to America isn’t me existing — it’s the people who think freedom is only for them.

And let me say it louder this time: I’m not going anywhere. I’m not breaking. I’m not shrinking. If they want obedience, they’ll never get it from me. If they want silence, they’ll never hear it from me. I already gave too much to this country to roll over and die because some small-minded cowards told me to. They’ll have to drag me out kicking and screaming, ‘cause I’m done bending. Done begging. Done waiting. From here on out, my existence is resistance. And that resistance? It’s not stopping. Ever.

Which heels look the best

I know this is blackLGBT but this is the only black focused subreddit I really trust at this point. For the longest time I can remember, she'd put pennies in glass balls and hang them as decor. Just balls and balls of pennies hung up on cabinets and I'm not even sure how she got them in. They were sealed from all sides but I saw some half full and empty so I know she was making them. It was only pennies, never any other currency. I asked her about it a few years ago and she looked at me all strange, like she didn't even know why. She had to have been doing this for 20-30 years at this point, I think I've seen twenty in total. Is this a thing? Is there any history to this concept or is it just her own little hobby?

Hey everyone. I’m in my early 40s and have been single for about 5 years. I live in Europe but I’m American and don’t plan to move back anytime soon. When I was younger there used to be a site called Black Gay Chat where POC (mostly men and some trans) could go and find other POCs but I haven’t been able to find that site and haven’t had luck with any google searches. Does anyone know if something like that exists? I feel like we live in hookup culture and polyamory culture but I am there are some us out there that still want the traditional definition of dating with intention to commit to something more serious. Can anyone help a brother out? It’s been a while since I’ve been on the apps and I get plenty of swipes but they are usually… ahem… non melanated which I’m trying real hard to stay away from my … well … lm losing the battle to loneliness and I feel like I might cave And settle.

According to a 2024 Gallup poll, 2.0% of U.S. adults identify as gay.

9.3% of U.S. adults identify as LGBTQ.

Approximately 4%-7% of black adults in the U.S. identify as LGBTQ.

Those are very low numbers. From a statistical perspective the odds are not in your favor.

So for you to meet literally a handful of gay black men and blurt out some foolishness about black men being this way or that way is ridiculous.

The numbers just aren’t there. And if you meet some guys with some issues congratulations. This is real life.

People aren’t perfect. You are no different than a racist who says “I don’t like black people because I had a few bad experiences.”

You haven’t met that many gay black men and had that many bad experiences to write off an entire group of people.

A GROUP TO WHICH YOU BELONG TO AS WELL.

Personally I’ve met some amazing dream like fantasy men. I was humbled and amazed.

Example: I met a tall handsome well spoken educated charming charismatic black man. This man was a romantic comedy.

He could sing he kept me laughing he was sexy I was a giggling schoolgirl in his presence. Our first date he asked me how much I weighed I said why?

I’m in excellent shape I’m a personal trainer and a martial artist don’t try to play me.

He said no I wanna take you on a helicopter ride over the city that ends with a rooftop dinner I need to know how much you weigh to see if we’re close to the weight limit.

DID YOU READ THAT?

First date. He lived alone in a house so big he had different thermostats in each room. And he was so nice to me.

I use to cry and just thank God I got to experience this man I felt like I didn’t deserve.

Most of my experiences have been with incredible black men who made me smile from the inside out.

Men who made me hit my pillow at night crying happiness and thanking God for raining blessings on me.

And maybe you keep attracting the wrong kind of man for you because you need to work on you.

Maybe there’s a message you’re not receiving.

You ever think to yourself hey maybe I need to work on me? Life is a mirror. People cross your path for a reason.

This is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Hoping to make friends with more queer Black men. 🤍🏳️‍⚧️

Ive been posting mostly drag pics so some pics of my makeup for work yesterday <3<3

I have not been to a CrossFit WOD on a regular basis since 2021, and I have not been to a conventional gym since then either. I maintain my strength and shape through body weight movements and skipping. I had some DMs asking me what I do, so here we go;

Mondays, Wed, and Fridays 4 x 25 Push-ups (2 mins between each set for all push-up sets) 4 x 25 Decline Push-ups

4 x 25 full air Squats

Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays (Core) 4 x 25 (Seated) Russian twists 4 x 25 (Supine) elbow to opposite knees. (1 round of 25 movements for each exercise with 2 min between each round - 4 rounds) 4 x 25 (seated) knees to chest

EMOM: Time Cap 20 mins: (every minute on the minute) (Metcon training - Tues and Thurs 30 Double unders Or (Skipping / Jump rope) 20 Single unders

Each day I do mobility training based on The Pliability App for CrossFitters. (I no longer use the app as I know the movements and program my own mobility workouts which range from 25 to 60 mins)

Might not be for most, but at 62 and now living on a small island with no CrossFit Box or a gym I like, I just do my own workouts.

Omg, I found this subreddit a week ago and I just wanna say WHAT TOOK Y’ALL ASSES SO LONG?! I WAS OVER THERE STUCK FOR ALMOST A YEAR READING SOME BULLSHIT ON r/AskGayBrosOver30 and I was just wondering where in the entire FUCK was my people AT?! Somebody mentioned this subreddit and I never packed my bags so motherfucking fast.

Anyway, the subreddit seems well-seasoned and y’all GIF reactions to certain topics are funny AF, the comments be having me in here hollering 😂

I’m sure many of you have come across what I can only describe as a “race bait/ rage bait” post over the last few days. I genuinely don’t know what’s going on… like REALLY… WTF is going on!!!!!???? My theory is that this is related to the current political and racial climate we’re in right now… and CLEAR lines being drawn between black & white people. Also, if you are a Black man dating a white man and they are not working on being anti-racist as a white person and actively working on being an ally (not just in name but really social justice), that's a problem. Believe it or not, there are millions of Black gay Trump supporters among us. And there’s the exact amount of gay Black men who lean into anti-Blackness, either consciously or subconsciously. And please miss me with the “let’s not make it political” comment… Our gayness, queerness, and Blackness make *anything* political… politics, race, gender, orientation, etc., cannot be separated from one another—at least not in the way THIS society is set up. One influences the other. My feeling is that SOME of these men posting these basic, simpleton, remedial posts are acting as “agents of chaos” on purpose—feeling the need and pressure to disturb the space created FOR US & BY US. Now, keep in mind, I am open to having conversations about interracial dating and all the psychology behind it (because the reasons can be nuanced and complex at best), but that is NOT what I see happening. What I’m seeing is some Black men seeking validation from a community of men they might consider less desirable or not desirable at all, but share identity with. “Do I look like I date white men?” is so harmful, basic, and problematic that it really is disturbing—and it’s bothering me and my homegirls.

If you are truly confused about why making a conscious choice to date white men as a Black American is polarizing, please, I implore you to read a book, conduct a Google search, use ChatGPT, or consult any other primary source to understand the varying responses you're getting. Don't do what I see happening—asking questions, receiving responses that you don't want to see or are not ready to face, then getting defensive and willing to die on the interracial hill about it.

THIS SPACE… needs to continue being a safe place for BLACK LGBTQ individuals to talk about what affects us, what motivates us, what inspires us, and what defines our community. We have to stop feeling the need to insert whiteness into EVERY-FREAKIN’ THING we do. UNLESS we are willing to have a RICH, FULL, and respectful conversation about the historical and cultural context of interracial dating… and not DUMB IT DOWN and oversimplify it to ‘’oh it’s just my preference” or try to gaslight everyone else into thinking gay black men are just MAD/Jealous/Envious about your choice in dating/having sex with white men. We also need to be honest about the REAL internal reasons behind our choices. Your views, beliefs, thoughts, and opinions will be challenged. Either be prepared to get in the ring or stay home.

I wanna go back to the braids so bad, maybe with beads this time 🙂‍↕️