I feel like this is a If You Give A Mouse A Cookie situation. Like sure I could come rub your tummy, but once I’m doing that you’re gonna be like ruffle my hair. Then next thing you know we’re wake up hungover on the roof surrounded by pineapples.
is a gaycation that thing where you pay a lot of money to go somewhere and pretend to be straight for three or four days? or that thing where straight people pay a lot of money to go somewhere and “experiment”?