I'm going to try to describe this and it's going to sound ridiculous:

Okay.  Imagine a place where you just are.  You are who you are and no one cares and no one judges and no one looks at you funny for more than half a second and then they're off to the next best thing.  It doesn't matter who you hug and kiss and love on - it's expected and it's accepted.

Even if you're wearing a g-string and you have a penis.

The gay bar is the best place evar.

Seriously.

I need to go there more often, but I'd end up having an affair with a gay man and that can only end poorly.

If there was a costume contest tonight, Jimi would've won it.

I wish there was a way to make Denny's suck less.

I'm going to bed now.  Sweet dreams.