You’ve just finished Sunday brunch. You and your boyfriend are tired and bloated, accompanied by a clingy hangover, so pronounced that you’ve named it “Larry.”
For all intents and purposes, your life reads pretty basic. But there’s a twist ― you’re a guy. Your boyfriend insists on holding your hand as you meander a downtown street, even though showing PDA gives you anxiety. You bat away the insecurity, assuming you’re in a liberal enough part of town.