Yes, Somethings Broke
It's started.
Last night at the club, there were not one, but two men sporting cowboy hats indoors. I didn't try and count the number of snappy, snapping cowboy shirts.
You have to wonder if there is an inherent flaw in the gay male brain, one that thinks the physical appropriation of an element of style actually translates us into the object of our desire; or better, into the object of everyone else's.
Urbanites who have never seen a cow should not, NOT, try to look like they just got off the ranch. Especially fellows who are liable to flee at the site of manure.
Last night at the club, there were not one, but two men sporting cowboy hats indoors. I didn't try and count the number of snappy, snapping cowboy shirts.
You have to wonder if there is an inherent flaw in the gay male brain, one that thinks the physical appropriation of an element of style actually translates us into the object of our desire; or better, into the object of everyone else's.
Urbanites who have never seen a cow should not, NOT, try to look like they just got off the ranch. Especially fellows who are liable to flee at the site of manure.
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