the night I followed you home from the drag show, Anna Weaver
the night I followed you home from the drag show The night I followed you home from the drag show, it wasn’t the kissing that should’ve troubled my husband, but your coffee cups—ironic as the queens with their limey green kitsch. However they came to you—gifts, maybe, unexpected as our drive across town, […]
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