gay pride
so i managed to make it back in time sunday to partake in some gay pride festivities.
"we're at 13th st and 6th ave, you can't miss us," justin says to me on the phone.
i wasn't sure what he meant until, sure enough, i round the corner and see 8 men very tightly packed onto a fire escape in various stages of undress. waving rainbow flags and wearing rainbow flowered leis, squirting people with a water gun.
i walk upstairs to choruses of: jasmine! i've missed you! you look amazing! seriously, you need to eat something, you're too thin! L-O-V-E that dress. LOVE it! it's been too long since i've seen those breasts, i'm just going to squeeze them for a little while, don't mind me!
i love being loved by drunk gay men
3 people who played with me:
Those dudes are totally not gay, they're closet heteros who like to grab boobs. Clever bastards!
drunk gay men are the best! especially the ones that are so drunk they forget their gay, just long enough...
getting compliments from gay men is the best. they're not just saying it to get into your pantalones.
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