The Jacket

Back when I was a college freshman I took a trip with my main gay, J. My first time in the big city. I was so excited and more than ready to take NYC by her cheeks and kiss her on the lips. Dressed as glamour mechanics (right?) in matching grease monkey jumpsuits, painted makeup, red bandanas and silver lace up boots, we boarded the plane. What was everyone looking at? We looked good!...more