Discerning enough to know that the yellow ensemble I am wearing is good enough to attract the hunk in red.
Ah, yes. Sunsets, swaggers and caftans.When I was a boy about ten and just beginning to figure out that I liked guys, what made me cry about one day growing up gay was that I too would have a to wear a caftan. Thanksfully, I never grew into that phase.
I am discerning enough to know better than to make a caftan from my grandma's curtains.
Discerning enough to know that the yellow ensemble I am wearing is good enough to attract the hunk in red.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes. Sunsets, swaggers and caftans.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a boy about ten and just beginning to figure out that I liked guys, what made me cry about one day growing up gay was that I too would have a to wear a caftan.
Thanksfully, I never grew into that phase.
I am discerning enough to know better than to make a caftan from my grandma's curtains.
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