Whoo! I feel like a member of an exclusive pink VIP club. With pink champagne served by butch men in pink kilts. Freaky. And what did I have to do to gain entry to this club?
"Trent on the other hand knows exactly how I feel. We’ve never talked about it, but we share an understanding. We’ve been friends for that many years that we have very few secrets. In fact, I can tell whether he’s serious about a guy as soon as he brings him home. If he thinks it might be serious, or hopes it is, Trent shuts his bedroom door. If it’s just a one night stand then he leaves it ajar with the bedroom light on, so that if I’m very quiet I can sneak up in the darkened hall and watch them fucking."