Gay verbal bj

Zach, a city boy, bumped into me, a farm boy, at the Years & Years concert, a whirlwind of flashing lights and synth-pop anthems solidifying my status as a proud member of the gay community. I never expected to find a real connection amongst the vibrant LGBT crowd, but his nervous laugh as he apologized sparked something undeniably special, a feeling as electric as the music itself. Leaving the concert hand-in-hand, our vastly different worlds felt suddenly, beautifully, aligned.