Two 22 y/o gay models in love. One goofy, one off. Neither ever the same guy. Both always awash with heavenly bodies and handsome faces they can't see for themselves living in a world impossible for them to blend in. Find their misadventures here.
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Right After Watching The Show Brad Got A Text From Chris With His Review. Nailed It. Minutes Later They
Right after watching the show Brad got a text from Chris with his review. “Nailed it.” Minutes later they nailed eachother in the dressing room. Both were thankful it was opening night. Brad said it would be from here on as well. Chris was bummed. He thought it would be hammer time. That’s when Brad and Chris’ neighbor Luke piped in and said according to the footage on his phone, they each screwed over the other twice already. It shouldn’t be a big deal what they call it. That’s when Brad asked Luke how he got in the dressing room. Chris asked how harsh the shadows looked on film. The make up mirrors weren’t the best. Luke said the door was open, not bad and that he needed a ride home. Luke ended his date immediately after this wretched gay Flashdance show he was taken to. Unforgivable. This little sex show on the other hand, Luke could get used to. What were Brad and Chris doing backstage anyway? Chris was floored. “HELLLOOO!!! Luke. U just filmed it.”
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Looking back, Chris was looking forward. He was also looking good. Wait. Was the man in the mirror even him? The name on his underwear had more than four letters. He could count but couldn’t always read well. Chris never called himself illiterate. He wasn’t sick. His teachers were for passing him all the way through the 8th grade. Bloody hell.
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Mermaid or Merman or anything in between, Chris didn’t care. It looked like Brad was growing scales.
Brad swore he heard a dog whistle.
The thought of Santa Clarita made his blood boil. If Chris ever ran into Drew Barrymore, he’d give her a piece of his mind.
Chris snapped this selfie and text Brad who was still in the front room with the Craig’s List people. “Did I go the bathroom with all these tattoos?”
Brad repied. “Y speedo n shower?”
Chris cringed. Both of them loathed redundancy. Did Brad ask that already?
Unlike Chris, Brad held no beef with Drew. Brad couldn’t see how anyone could criticize someone who started eating cocaine at the age of 11.
Just then, Drew began to waiver in and out of Chris’ mind for the first time. How’d she get in there? Then out?
This after after party he and Brad were hosting was weirder than usual. Drew was a real person.
Looking in the mirror, Chris’ found his nightmare coming true. He woke up more perfect than the day before. Chris neared a panic. He needed to pull himself together, but wasn’t that part of the problem!? UGH! What was he doing?!?
That’s when Chris just stopped believing in winning all together. Like Santa Clause, it was fun to a point. Then it seemed cruel. Now, it just doesn’t really make sense. It was also really, really, REALLY expensive.
How was it you had to lie to make money to buy Christmas gifts AND to give them?!? NO THK U.
UGGGHHH. It was official. Winning, perfection and Santa Clause all sucked donkey butt. GREAT. Now what?
Maybe Brad would suck his butt? That would be nice.