The Hive

I was sat behind a fruit stand. I was bleeding, bad. I was covered in Juan's blood and brains. Goddamnit, Manuel. Why'd you send me on this fuckin' run? I told him- Butch slapped me out of my daydream. "Motherfucker, you better get your head in the goddamn game!" he screamed. Blood flying out of his mouth. I nodded. "I would, Butch, but I've got a hole the size of Texas in my leg. So, if you don't mind, I'll sit this one out." How'd I get here? Why'd I get here? Well, in the immortal words of Fire Marshal Bill Burns- "Let me tell ya something!" It was 2013. I'd been working for Manuel for 7 years, now. I was running coke, fucking prostitutes, and living the highlife. That was, until we were sent out to a little shithole in Bolivia, called Prados Amigables. May I remind you all, my crew was Butch, Juan, and Jack (and me). We were sent out in a shitbox seaplane (we almost crashed multiple times, but thanks to the experienc...

 As I was exiting the library at which I work. I as I walked out, a rusty 2004 Ford Ranger rattled into the parking. In Taylor, that was a common occurrence, and I kept heading to my Hyundai Santa Fe. I had reached my door, when I heard someone shout:                                    "Hey, [F-Slur]!" As a gay man, naturally, I turned, but was met with something much worse than I expected. I thought I'd be met with a 6'5 hung-like-a-horse baldman Nazi with a swastika engraved on his face (just my type), but instead, I was met with a short, dumpy white broad. And her fist. Next thing I knew, my head cracked with the curb, and my lip was bleeding. I looked up. My god, she was an ogre.  An ill-fitting gray tank top that read "Lake Michigan" covered giant, pendulous breasts, and blue shorts (which were clearly once sweatpants) covered the rest of her skin- which was badly...

 My baby...my baby, my baby, my baby. We found out we were pregnant in April. We waited months, and went to the OB/GYN, and found out we had a hermaphrodite in Louie's womb. Goddamn...an abomination in God's eyes, and in the public's eyes. Who in the hell wants a baby with both a cock and a vagina!? We drove home in silence. Louie and I decided to move forward with the baby in the sense that it was genderfluid and started using they/them pronouns when discussing the baby. We put a few polls on our Instagram ( thebee823 ) to pick a baby name. Our options were Quartney, Amethyst, Wilhelmina, Opa Louise, Priscilla, Moonbeam, Shoshanna, Twatianna, Joshua, Leslie, Isaiah, Roger, David Jr., Big Hot Joe, Cecil, and Godfrey. Well, the people spoke, and we narrowed it down to Big Hot Joe, and Twatianna. Over cigarettes and coffee, Louie and I decided the masculine name would be chosen if the cock was the prominent genitals, and the female if the vagina was more prominent.  Then th...

 My Great-Great Stepmom's name is Claudia Larue. She was born on May 5th, 1880, in Springfield MA. She was married to my great-great grandfather John McLaughlin in 1902. They were happily married until 1930, when she died. And the rest of the story is truly fucked.  Born to poor farmers in 1880, Claudia fought for her rights as a voter and an American during the suffrage movement of the early 20th century. That was, until 1930. John came home one night, whiskey on his breath, and rage in his eyes. They started arguing, and she stepped outside to get some air. 10 minutes later, John came out of the house wielding a hunting knife and stabbed her to death. When the police showed up, he tried to stab them, and was shot to death.  She was buried 2 weeks later, where she laid for 90 years. But then... She came back.  We were noticed on the 4th of October 2015 that something was awry with Claudia's final resting place. Her coffin was unearthed, and empty. Her tombstone bro...

While these are new developments, they aren't good.  Louie was found today...he had a gunshot wound to his head and was dumped in front of the courthouse. I'm in shock. Who would do this? Who would shoot a pregnant person in their head, and dump them like a piece of trash?? A goddamn twat would, pardon my French. All of my charges are dropped, but I'd rather have a laundry list of charges than my partner with a bullet wound to the head.  Louie's in a coma, and in the hospital. I'm just at a loss on what to do next.  What does this mean for my baby? What does this mean for my future? I've been on leave from the library (under threat of being fired if the charges went to court), and I'm scared. What if Louie dies? What if the baby dies? What if Louie doesn't wake up before 9 months, and I have to take care of the baby by myself? I can't take care of a goddamn baby by myself!! But don't worry, dear readers, don't worry. I'm a tough son of a ...

Two things about me- I'm gay, and I live in Taylor. Here's what I do in a day.  I wake up at 8 AM, usually with a light buzz. I take a few shits, and drink 2 pots of coffee. I make a breakfast of eggs and toast and smoke a cigarette after eating. For you tobacco nuts, I smoke at least 2 packs of Benson & Hedges a week. For you booze nuts, I drink at LEAST 2 bottles of liquor a week- my drink of choice is Three Drunk Men In The Desert Hunting Turkey- which is Jim, Johnny, Jack, Tequila, and Wild Turkey. And for you health nuts, I am in poor health.  I head into work at the library at 10 and stay until 6. During my day, I deal with usual Taylor citizens, work Toddler Story Time, and restock books. At the end of the day, I usually, walk home as I live somewhat close, but recently I've been driving. I bring a sandwich, a 40oz and a bag of sunbaked cheetos to work for my lunch on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, and I go out to eat on Wednesday.  I go home, smoke a l...

 Just check out my Instagram for my updates on my life! I post shit all the time, so you can get even more of me there. I've chronicled my journey with the indictment, our pregnancy, and everything between Bombus Bee (@thebee823) • Instagram photos and videos . 

It was first in 2006 when I was 17. I was bussing for a hopping club in Key West- Salón Leopardo for $12 bucks an hour. I had many firsts at that club- my first cigarette, my first line of coke, my first fuck, and my first love. But then, I was bright eyed and bushy tailed, and wanting money. Little did I know, I'd be making much more than I bargained for.  My boss, Manuel had sent his enforcer, Victor, to get me. " Manuel quiere verte," he said. I was shook. I grabbed my heart, and said " ¿Yo? Bombus el busser?" and Victor nodded. I followed him to the back of the back, and took a seat in Manuel's plush office. In no uncertain terms, Manuel barked "¡Tienes moxie, chico! ¡Te quiero en mi ruta!" once again, I was speechless, and once again, I said " ¿Yo? Bombus el busser?"  Manuel threw an ashtray in my direction, and I started the next day. In English, Manuel beckoned me to join his shipping route, which was a very particular route (pict...

 What started off as a normal evening turned into Hell on Earth. I'm Bombus Bee, and this is my story. I've been debating starting a blog for a while now...I guess this is a good as time as ever to start, so here we go. For a little background, I'm 32, I'm happily married to Louie (we're expecting), and we're in a polyamorous relationship with a gentleman. We live in Taylor Michigan, USA. So, here we go.   On August 10th, 2022, I left to go to Key West to visit my family. I had arrived there at around 7 AM and had a great time. That is, until 9 that night. I received a phone call from my neighbor, Wendy, who said there was police cars around my house. I was shocked, I called Louie. No answer. I called our boyfriend. No answer. It wasn't until 10 that I learned the news.  Someone had broken into our home, killed our boyfriend, and taken Louie. Nothing else was released besides that. I was baffled, I called everyone I knew in Michigan, but to no avail. The nex...