a few weeks ago i was escorted out of "g" - a lightly lit (ha ha) fag bar in chelsea. after collecting my belongings, i noticed that I still had a decent amount of my long island ice tea left. With my eyes open about an eighth of an inch, i drunkenly slurred at the bouncer, "you can't make me leave til' ah finish mah drink. ah paid fo' this shit. i
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MODERN QUEER MODERN QUEER
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