A gay man’s little black dress; camouflage cargo shorts. Timeless, cool and comfortable.
My thoughts have turned to spring, and the drawer of sleeveless muscle shirts in the IKEA highboy. Oh, how I’ve missed them, all taut against my shoulders. They’ve been cast aside, ignored for the winter, and like any living thing need sunlight to survive. Soon my pets, soon.
Have I mentioned how much I love spring? Soon I can wear my cargo shorts and shirts sans sleeves to zip around Cheeseman Park with the top down on the Jeep.*
*I’ve successfully made the gayest blog post ever. Girl.