so my friends scottie and cressie are having their wedding this next weekend, in conjunction with the solar eclipse up in south lake tahoe. i’m their best man. i don’t know what i’m going to wear.

a dream i had last night involved a wedding party or generic gathering of some sort at their log-house up in the hills, complete with a long patio going up the mountain. what started out as a gathering of mostly womyn started to bloom with former crushes from my earlier years. one in particular, maybe it was kevin from marching band, maybe it was hank from specialty’s, came up to me, lifted me in his arms, and strutted around the patio and house. my imagination made him think about me popping his homo-cherry. 

what followed was an elaborate display of many drag-queen-wedding-dresses, including my own, which was basically a full rainbow flag as the skirt, completing my train of several feet.

oh straight boys