Updated: Nov 5, 2020
You spend more time critiquing my jeans than trying to get in them. I tell you the tattoo of fire on your arm is hot (pun intended). You say, “It’s not fire! It’s ribbon and scissors!” Gentleman, I think. Gay, thinks everyone else. You now share an apartment on the Upper East Side with a man who looks like me with a beard.
Photo By: Kelly Balch