national coming out day
I forgive you, my high school friend, for trying to set me up with an obese and kinda smelly older gal, to see if I was really for real. I wasn’t, because I wasn’t like a gay man, going for anything with a pulse. Large and pasty wasn’t my style.
I hope the cocktail waitresses and girls in bars forgive me for what I tried to pull when I was obnoxiously wasted. I thought I was being cute.
the k factor 
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