I gave away the leather jacket to a butch dyke with green eyes. The jacket never suited me, but it fits them perfectly. It goes nicely with the cargo pants and combat boots and the belt with the red stripe and the hair cut short on the sides and then pulled back away from their face at the front.
The first time I saw them at the café, I thought – is that a boy or a girl? and then I decided the answer was probably yes, so I gave them a free beer.
We went clubbing.
I painted everybody’s nails in black and red.
They hit a pen outside on the patio and then drank piña coladas on the dance floor with a blonde femme we know from work. Both of them were smiling and dancing and having a good time. The music was loud and you could feel the vibrations through the floor and the light show was stunning and the crowd was safe and the bartenders were kind. Steve opened a tab and got me a shot of whiskey at the bar. I made eye contact with an older masc who had their arms around their partner and then got shy and couldn’t look at them for the rest of the evening. This is one of the first settings where I have looked across the room and witnessed two men together and in love in a place where it was undoubtedly safe enough to relax and show that publically. We swayed back and forth in the crowd on dance floor and held out cash for the drag queens dancing on the stage (talented). Danced a two step and left no room for jesus whatsoever until like one in the morning.
When we left, our ears were ringing from the volume of the music.
Said hello to the bouncer, who I also know from work. He asked that we text him when we made it home safely, and we did.