A Nasty Gay in a Bathroom Stall
<p>I should have known I couldn’t go to a sports bar without consequences.</p>
<p>I was there with my mother and grandmother, grabbing lunch on a football Saturday. The crowd was boisterous and the food was greasy — not my first choice, but not a bad option for a quick bite with the ladies.</p>
<p>Soon enough, my mimosa sped through my system and I needed to relieve myself — something I tend to dread as a gay man in public restrooms, particularly in masculine-leaning places like this one.</p>
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