Eating My Veggies

You’d think, on paper, that the 4th Annual Rough Trade Summer Meatspace social would be rowdier than Gboy’s school cohort bbq, and may be in some ways it was.

Even though, I was later reminded, there was an orgy of sorts after the Rough Trade bash, at no point during it did Gboy shake his booty like he did here with a school chum.

Also, at no point during the gay gamer festivities did an intoxicated classmate of Gboy’s let us stick uneaten veggie n’ dip veggies up his arse. Nor did at any point I eat the parsley out of said classmate’s ass either.

Rough Traders, despite the following feel-up fest and all-night grope-a-thon, must feel cheated.

For which I humbly apologize.