The ramblings of a still young-ish gay traversing the trials and tribulations of NYC dating and life.
A lot sluttier in theory than in actual practice.
Thinking about when I went into a bookstore in Provincetown and picked up a Mexican cookbook only to realize it was written by a man I blew on Fire Island years ago...
@oetterbox Alcoholic ones. Had dinner and drinks with a friend and then ran into someone who's been my Instagram follower for many years (but who I've never met), so I wound up hanging out with him and his fellow visiting friends for a while.
@oetterbox Nothing terribly exciting at all. Drinks last night. Brunch today. You still have a day left. Our gay ancestors didn't fight and die so you could be a "bad gay."
Apparently one of my stalker fanboys self-deported after spending two months in ICE custody, and now he has the nerve to WhatsApp me asking for money. We only ever met twice.
Think about the work #DragRace does to give certain queens the winning edits in lip syncs. When the "winner" is still very clearly the loser, I'd love to see the unedited footage. Athena and Mandy deserved better!
Jane Don’t (one of the whitest queens to ever white) having to choose between an ass-shaking battle against two Black queens or a cha cha competition against a Latina dancer from Miami is probably the funniest possible outcome.