Oh Grindr! Your frivolous uses never cease to amaze me. Y’all can file this under “A Bitch has Still Got It.”
So here I am in Houston-being hit up by some club promoter. This is almost as validating as the time I was standing in line for the new hot gay night at Embassy in Fenway (back in my Boston days [young and wild]), waiting to get into “the cluuuuuub” with my friend Liam-only to be pulled out of line by the promoter who let us cut in front of all the people in line just because he thought we were vivrant things or something.
It was inexplicably exhilarating and amazing and it still makes me smile to this day. I’m pretty sure at the time-Liam and I were staring at each other like, “Who us?! He thinks we’re hot? Are we VIP or something!? What did we do to deserve such kindness?!” Anyway, I guess I still got it. Or this promoter just sent this out as a mass message to everyone in his general vicinity or something.