I clean up good...and apparently, I straighten up, too.
I'm not one to dress fancy - hell, I'm barely one to dress. If it's harder than a pair of pants and some kind of pullover, it's too hard to be worth my effort. I have always preferred boxers to briefs (no matter how sexy they make me look), was trained early on to buy all my clothes in the same one or two color families so I never have to color coordinate, and the only label I look for is the one with the sale price scribbled on it in red pen. These basic philosophies have served me well and pretty much guarantee that I don't have to know what I'm going to wear until twenty minutes before I'm out the door.
But I work at a job that involves parties. This past Monday, in fact, there was a work function that required a suit, and so, I suited up. And apparently changing my usual mode of dress didn't only transform my outward appearance - it transformed my sexuality.
I swear to god, people thought I was straight.
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