The bass line from The Moody Blues' "Question" thrummed through the crimson-painted brick walls like a goddamn heartbeat, and I could feel every note settling into my bones as I surveyed the evening's beautiful chaos.
Well, that dug up memories I could have lived without. I was okay with being a lesbian, but being a very young introverted lesbian in a gay bar was one long awkward nightmare. Every step I took was the wrong one and I remember them all. Now Gus has unearthed them. Shit!!
Well, that dug up memories I could have lived without. I was okay with being a lesbian, but being a very young introverted lesbian in a gay bar was one long awkward nightmare. Every step I took was the wrong one and I remember them all. Now Gus has unearthed them. Shit!!
There's not any drink that'll make me think straight. They all seem to make me think gayer.
By an amazing coincidence, I’m listening to the Moody Blues (A Question of Balance) right now as I’m reading your article. (Enjoying it as usual.)