Shirtless Liberation

Trouble Within - by bstewart23

Sometimes I think we’re our own worst enemies. By “we” I mean homos and by “worst enemies” I mean “happy Pride Week, jerkasses.”

So it’s like this. Leven and I often talk on the phone about the liberating experience of peeling off your shirt in environments which have, traditionally, been entirely appropriate for the partial or almost-full disrobing of the body. If I hear one more lesbian bitching about the tits on display during this Saturday’s Dyke March, I may become seriously cross. If I hear one more gay man sniffing haughtily about shirtless guys at our men’s drinking and dancing establishments, I may accidentally start spilling my beverages.

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