White man loses his job after posting racist selfie with 3-year-old black boy

After Gerod Roth, also known as Geris Hilton, posted to Facebook an image of himself with his colleague’s 3-year-old son Cayden, accompanied by racist comments both from his friends and himself, people were justifiably pissed. Sydney Jade, Cayden’s mom, started the hashtag #HisNameIsCayden in defiance of the derogatory and objectifying remarks — and it took off. Roth was promptly fired — but that didn’t stop him from making excuses and claiming to be a victim.

why does manuel neuer look like a guy named simon who’s been working at h&r block for too long and is tired of struggling through his marriage with emmaline and his 2 mediocre children, cayden and hannah and really doesn’t want to hear about your divorce issues anymore

The Raven Queen, Sarenrae, Pelor, Melora, and Kord are chilling in the divine realm at teatime (and don’t let nobody tell you Kord doesn’t like him a nice rooibos blend). They gossip about their earthly emissaries: Sarenrae, the Raven Queen, Melora, and Pelor are having another polite argument over Vex. Suddenly, a tankard of ale is slammed into the table as Cayden Cailean, as always, tries to throw his arm over the shoulder of his fellow ascended mortal and The Raven Queen, as always, doesn’t as much move to avoid his arm as somehow manage to have never been in range of it. 



“I loved you then, but I love you so much more now. I thought I hated you, I thought I was ashamed of you. But the thing is, I wasn’t, because I loved us enough to make the decision to be radical as well as revolutionary. I loved you SO much, that I knew you deserved to be happy, even if it came at a higher cost socially, financially, and emotionally.”  –Cayden Carter 

Transitioning from female to male saved my life. 


This is me. Black.Trans*. And PROUD✊🏽.
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Thank you to everyone who supports me and has witnessed me throughout this journey. Huge thanks to my brother @cayden-carter for helping push me to get where I needed to be. I can’t ever thank you enough man! I know this is random as fuck but I always like to reflect and give thanks at random haha.



We were days away from the wedding and it was getting more and more real. My anxiety levels were starting to go up to. In terms of planning everything was going great. My dress had gotten in a week ago, Cayden had his suit and the wedding bands had been adjusted as well. All that was good, but my emotions were all over the place.

I was getting ready in front of my mirror in the closet. Cayden came in while I was brushing my hair.

“You going out?” He asked.

“I’m going to the salon. Jada gon do my hair. Gotta get some tracks in my hair for the wedding.”

“Aight. Well I gotta talk to you,” he said. I looked at him through the mirror.

“Yes?” I said uneasily.

“So I gotta shipment coming in from Cali, and there’s somethings that gotta be handled on that end.” He said. I turned to look at him now. “So I wanna go down there and deal with it myself.”

“When would you be back?” I asked.

“The day before the wedding…” he said. I shook my head desperately.

“No,” I said.

“What you mean no?” He chuckled. I looked at him wondering how he could seriously be standing in front of me saying that right now and laughing when I said no.

“You want to leave me days before the wedding and go out of the state,” I said, my eyes tearing up. “When you know I’m a wreck right now. I won’t be able to keep it together without you. I’m about to loose my freaking mind. I need you here to keep me sane. I can’t even believe you’re seriously saying this to me-” I tripped over a sob.

“Ok,ok, nevermind, i won’t go,” he said, scared of my breakdown.

“Good,” I sniffled.

“You good?” He asked, looking at me wearily.

“I get worked up,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “You the only one who knows how to calm me down when my anxiety kicks in.”

“I didn’t know you was that stressed about it. I thought it was just nerves.”

“I can keep it together when I see you because I am excited to be with you forever, but when you gone i get worked up about the idea of marriage,” I explained.

“You just can’t get enough of me huh?” He said.

“I really don’t know why I like you,” I mumbled, turning back to the mirror and wiping my tears. “You always making me cry.”

“I feel bad, i didn’t think you’d cry,” he chuckled, coming to wrap his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck.

“Playing with my emotions and shit,” I mumbled, reapplying my mascara that had started running.

The salon was honestly my pride and joy. When I walked in there and saw people getting their hair done, nails done, I felt accomplished. I believed all along it would be successful, but it was one thing to belive it then another to see it. It made all the investing of time and money worth it.

“Hey girl,” Jada said when I walked through the door.

“Hi,” I said, going to sit in her chair.

“How you doing baby?” She asked.

“I’m doing good,” I nodded.

“Let’s get you looking right now,” she said, turning the chair around so that I was facing the mirror. I put my bag down. She took my hair out of the bun it was in and gave it a quick brush.

“I’m excited,"she said. "I’ve never been a bridesmaid before, and the dresses are beautiful.” My girls were all wearing long, gold dresses that worked well with wedding decor of the church and the reception banquet as well.

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you guys. You helped me find my dress and your dresses. I owe Jenny a lot too. She really made everything come together. I mean I’m paying her but I still feel like I owe her,” I said.

“She’s really nice,” she agreed. She started cornrowing my hair. “Did you decide curly or straight hair?”

“Cay said curly,” I laughed. “So curly I guess.”

“Curly is sexy, I see why he likes it.”

“I can do sexy,” I said.

“Speaking of sexy. We found a club for you Bachelorette party. I requested VIP seating so it’s unlimited drinks, plus strippers.”

“I thought we decided we weren’t gonna do all that,” I said.

“No, you decided. I didn’t say nothing,” she laughed. I sighed.

“This should be interesting.”

When I got home Cayden was by the door about to leave just as I stepped inside.

“I like your hair,” he said, looking me over.

“Thanks. How long you going out for? We’re going out for dinner with our parents remember.”

“I know, I’ll be back soon. I gotta go talk to Ty. I’m gonna have him handle California. Also I gotta see Pat real quick and make a business proposal to him.”

“Proposal about what?” I asked.

“Im gonna ask him if he wants to be in charge of the other warehouse. At least when I’m not there. Because I can’t be 2 places at the same time,” he said. I nodded.

“I agree. Alright I’ll see you later then. I’ll find you something to wear for dinner,” i offered. He nodded and left out of the door.

****2 days later****

“Last day before the wedding,” Cay murmured in my neck. It was early in the morning and he was spooning me from behind.

“These 2 months went by really fast,” i said.

“Because we both been so busy. Hopefully things will slow down once we’re married.”

“I can’t believe I have to change all my legal documents, you know how tedious that is,” I complained. He chuckled.

“It’s just your drivers license and passport,” he said.

“Ya but there’s papers I gotta fill out,” I whined.

“Fine. How about I get you a new bag to make up for it,” he offered.

“That could work,” I smiled.

“Alright then.”

“What kind of married couple do you think we’ll be?” I asked, turning around so we were face to face.

“Crazy, just like we are now.”

“You’re probably right,” I laughed.

“I don’t think that old school thing gon work in this house,” he chuckled.

“I kinda like old school though. The man should lead his family and provide for them and the wife holds things together. But the wife tells him what to do of course, we just gotta let Yall think you making the decision,” I said, running my fingers through his short curls. He chuckled.

“Thank god I found myself a smart one I guess,” he said. I smiled.

“So what are you and the guys doing tonight. Going to a strip club? I’m being forced to go to some club, VIP and all.” I asked.

“Ty got some party bus thing planned. Which I assume involves strippers. Really I’m not tryna stay out all night.”

“Me either. I need sleep, I can’t have bags under my eyes on my wedding day.”

“Well let’s enjoy the afternoon together at least before we gotta split up. We won’t see each other again until your walking down the aisle.”

“Jesus. You’re right.”

“Go get ready and I’ll take you out,” he offered. I pecked his lips then got up to get dressed.

China came to pick me up around 9 o'clock and took me back to our old place so we could get ready.

“I don’t even know what I’m wearing tonight, I only brought a few things for tonight. Then the wedding stuff is at my parent’s house,” I said as we walked through the front door.

“I already have a dress picked out for you. It’s a real thirst trap it’s great,” she said, excited.

“Oh lord,” I sighed. “Well let me get a quick shower before I get all beat.”

I went upstairs to my room to prepare for a shower.

The club was packed when we got there because it was a Friday night. We got to the VIP area and I spotted Jenny as well as Cole who I’d both invited.

“You look hot girl,” Jenny said, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, you look stunning too,” I said. Cole came to hug me.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be in your wedding tomorrow. You all grown up,” he said, ruffling me hair.

“I know, look at me adulting,” I laughed.

“Are you nervous or excited?” He asked, leading me towards the bar.

“Both,” I said truthfully.

“A couple of shots will calm your nerves.” He had a very mischievous grin on his face and I already knew I was in for a wild night.

“Lord, OK let’s do it,” I giggled, accepting the shots the bartender slid towards us. We shot down one, then another, and another. As Cole said, for a few hours I wasn’t nervous because I’d forgotten all about it.


Randi and I had spent the day together just chilling. I took her to the beach to eat and walk around together for a bit before we went our separate ways. I wanted to distract her because I didn’t want her thinking too much and getting all worked up about tomorrow.  To be honest deep down I was a bit scared she would dip on me tomorrow and leave me standing there, but I tried to push the thought out of my mind.

Before she left to go spend the night with her girls, I wanted to give her something.

“What is it?” She asked, sitting on the bed. I walked over to her and handed her the velvet box. She looked at me untrusting first. “It better not be overly expensive Cay, you already got me the ring.”

“Just open it,” I complained, sitting on the bed. She finally opened it and saw the pearl necklace inside.

“It’s beautiful…"she said, in shock.

"It’s from my mom really, she wore it on her wedding day, and so did her mom,” I explained.

“I love it, and I’m honored your mom wanted me to have it. I’ll wear it tomorrow.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight. I rubbed her back.

“Im glad you like it,” I smiled. I heard the banging at the door then.

“Damn, that’s China,” she sighed, “I have to go.”

“Aight babe, have fun tonight,” I encouraged with a chuckle.

“You, don’t have too much fun,” she narrowed her eyes at me as she removed her arms. “I know how your friends can be.”

“I’ll get home in one piece,” I assured her.

“Good. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then…” she said, getting off the bed and grabbing her bag.

“Tomorrow,” I nodded. She gave me a quick kiss before heading for the door.

The big, obnoxious party bus pulled up to the house about an hour after Randi left. Ty and a few of the guys were here but we were still waiting on some nights before we took off. We did some predrinking inside the house while we waited.

“I think all the niggas here, let’s do this shit,” he said.

We went outside and got inside the bus. The lights were dimmed, music was playing, and there was a thin layer of smoke. The bus was huge, fully decked with 3 stripper poles which were occupied by 3 ladies already.

“You tryna get me in trouble fam,” I chuckled.

“Better enjoy it while you can,” Pat said, handing me a very large blunt.

“We got that, we got some powder, whatever you feeling for,” Sean, who had come down from Cali to be here, said. I shook my head.

“I don’t do that no more, I’ll stick to the natural stuff,” I took a long drag.

The guys pulled out there stacks of bills and took to sticking them in the girls’ panties and bras as the bus pulled out of the driveway and took to the streets. I was sitting in front of one of the poles, a Latina looking chick was dancing on it. She walked around the pole then made her way towards me.

“So your the man of the hour, im Draya” she smiled, nodding to her friends who also began to make their way over.

“Yes he is!” Ty hollered. “And I think he needs a lap dance to loosen him up.”
The other dudes whistled and cheered.

“Anything for you Papi,” she said. The other two girls sat on either side of me, caressing my head and shit. Draya straddled me and suddenly her beasts were in my face.  "What do you like Papi?“ She asked. I cleared my throat.

"Umm-” but Pat cut me off.

“Just give him the whole deal,” he said. She nodded and began to move her hips on me.

The lap dance was an interesting experience and I was glad when it was over. I hadn’t enjoyed it like I used to because nothing felt right about it. The only person’s boobs I’d had in my face for 2 years were Randi’s. Yes I went to the strip club with my niggas once in a while, but I always turned down lap dances. The worst part was the dance still left me hard despite my best efforts. Draya was pretty but, not my type.

I decided to stick to my blunt and henny because that was all I needed to have fun. At some point somebody made lean as well which I had but sort of regretted because it really had me gone.

“Is this the last time we gon be kicking it like this?” Ty asked in all the noise.

“Hell nah cuh! I’m still gon be down with my niggas. Randi can’t keep me from going out,” I said confidently, even though it wasn’t totally true.

“Fuck yeah,” he took a hit from his blunt. “Was afraid you were gonna change up on me.”

“We always go be family, even when things start changing.”

“I appreciate that fam. I’m happy for you,” he nodded and I nodded too.

I got into the house around 3 am. The guys were crashing in the spare rooms and I went upstairs to me and Randi’s room. I took my clothes off and got in the bed with my boxers before grabbing my phone. I typed her name and her number came up so I pressed call. I wasn’t even sure she was awake.

“Hey baby,” she mumbled, sounding as smashed as me. I chuckled.

“Hey Lil mama,” I said, my voice horse.

“Everyone made it home alive?” She asked.

“We all made it. How bout your crew?”

“China over did it, but she’s okay now. She’s laying beside me right now,” she said with a yawn.

“I was just calling to check on you, you can sleep if you want,” I said.

“No, I wanna talk to you.”

“Alright then,” I smiled.

“So, did you get a lap dance? Because I did and it was extremely awkward,” she confessed.

“You had some niggas junk in your face?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine.

“Yes, and it was truly disturbing,” she giggled. “What happened to you?”

“I had an uncomfortable lap dance. Now nothing will ever compare to the pole dancing you did for me on my birthday,” I chuckled remembering.

“I’m glad I could be the best at least,” she yawned again.

“Go get some sleep.” I told her.

“Wait,” she said.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Nothing, I just didn’t want you to hang up yet…”
I grinned, I loved it when she was clingy for a nigga, it made me feel special.

“Its a big day tomorrow, you need some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow baby, ,” I assured her.

“See you tomorrow Cay,” she made air kissing sounds.

“Thank you babe,” I laughed.

“No problem.”

My boy nowwearefreeforever was kind enough to come visit me, and drop off some of his amazing scar cream. It feels amazing on the skin, but even more amazing to have friends like him come out and spend some time with me. This stuff even smells amazing. If you have any type of scar, help yourself heal and help out a fellow member of our community by picking up a jar of this! Thank you again for everything man, it truly meant and means the world to me. It was awesome meeting and spending time with you!

Oh no he’s cute

His name’s Cayden Hatfeild and his nickname’s Cotton Candy. Because he loves candy and one time ate a bag of cotton balls for a dare when he was ten. Straight to the hospital. His family never let him live it down and the nickname stuck, he laughs about it now