While I’m camped out in the City That FEMA Forgot, the boyfriend is kicking up his heels at every queer clambake along the western seaboard–including, most recently, the shockingly tame, tastefully dressed gay porn awards. The good news is, he’s taken pictures. The bad news is, they’re tragically demure and totally safe for work. Like, grandma safe. I’m as disappointed as you are….
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