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If they ever ask you, tell them our life was filled with love and good outfits...
Anyway its my 25th year in this flesh vessel so my wife took me for lunch and we went book shopping and I had my first trumpet lesson!
If you'd like to subsidize me in all my queer, muslim, black glory:
https://www.paypal.me/thekingtran
So last night the love of my life tried to kill me? Dis bitch came into the neighbors yard dressed in flannel and proceeded to chop some wood like the glorious butch she is inside, after earlier having bough the single most sexy combat boots lookin ass heals she could find. I mean????? Get you a girl that can do both is good advice in theory but its dangerous to heart and brain function. Now shes doing dishes in a black dress and dem heels looking like Morticia Adams on cleaning day. Howd i get so lucky?
Ps. This is her tearin thru the cedar like nobody buisses
Moments
Final touches. Watching her paint and blush and do her hair for only you too see. You think about years to come. Birthdays aniversaries, kids graduations. In 30 years she will be just as beautiful. Youll both have aged. Youll have a dad bod and make dad jokes, you make them now. Shell have a sterner look, lines from worrying about the house payments and your health. But with the same precision she'll draw, maybe not cross legged on the floor, but on a patted bench in front of a fancy vanity you got for her. Your hands are weatherd from work around the house as you hand her her jewlery. Hold it up for her to pick. Shes putting on final touches as you think about how even though you cant imagen being happier than you are right now every year will be the happiest, but it will be diffrent. Clichés are clichés for a reason; this marriege will age like fine wine.
Quick Thing
Ramadan starts tomorrow (please dont talk to me about moon sighting) and I will be trying to stay away from social media and this lil pit of sin in particular and since i have not a damn thing on queue this will be deserted for the next month. I promiss I'll be back in time for pride to blast yall with the gayest images of us possible. See you in a month
Ps. I will leave you with this pic of us on Friendsgiving
In case you were wondering how Kings and Queens celebrate Eid...
In the end its the simple things. Napping with your wife and cat. On the Ikea bed you built together in the apartment you both pay for with her ridiculous show on in the background...
Happy anniversary my love @saidthesparrowtothedove
A month. Not just a month...
In the warm glow of Christmas lights. That you've converted to to Ramadan lights. A household full of muslim converts, even the cat can't help but lay on the prayermatt after fajr.
A smile so wide and innocent it makes me want to hold your face in hands gently to try and make you feel all the love in my heart.
Meal planning and sleep schedules everything is ready for our first Ramadan together. In the same house, in the same desperate need for Allah in our lives. Finally well both have someone to break fast with!
We'll do this together and grow stronger and in the mornings before anybody can even think of the sun, we'll stumble into the bathroom to wash and set water on the stove for tea and nibble at fruit before starting a long day of abstaining. From food, from water and from another, in some ways at least...
In others we'll be closer than we ever were, in the glow of converted Ramadan lights
My wife is ironing our trans and pride flag. Shes reached peak domestic gay.
