Tonight I went out and gay'ed it up at the bar with a friend. There was a person I kept referring to as "Budget Sarge" in the corner. A far cry from the original, but fascinating to see and study their similarities in mannerisms from afar.
My friend and I had great conversations by the fire and then were temporarily interrupted by an admittedly talented butch.
But let's get real, here: Anyone talking to me at a bar about a loved one's ashes in a recipe box is a no go.
be loved, be well,
k.
(image: via darker angels tumblr)
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