Up in Northern California for the past week, and I saw so many fellow b’s and q’s that I was giddy with all the gender-variant stylin’.

I was privvy to:
-rockin’ mohawks and fauxhawks
-a bevvy of flannels and plaids
-some film critic glasses to die for
-and some naked mud wrestling on the beach. which was both butch and not butch and not one person watching was going to argue the semantics.

Christmas done come early, son.