Is There Such A Thing As A Too-Supportive Family?
We’re all off to go play gay bingo. Yes, gay bingo. The fun bingo where people in drag call out the numbers all the while telling jokes and putting on a show. And who’s idea was it to go play gay bingo on a Sunday night you might ask? Was it mine? Oh no, I would much rather stay home. Well my mother—being the P-Flag mother that she is—thought it would be fun to go out and do something I might enjoy, with the gays. So she’s dragging my sisters, my best friend, and I to West Hollywood, to go play. Mind you, the first thing to come out of her mouth was “You might meet a guy there Jonathan. Make sure you fix yourself up.” So wish me luck fellow tumblrs. Luck to win! Not to meet someone, although that wouldn’t hurt either.