jacktellslies

The rumours are true, goslings. I'll be home on the twenty-sixth of October.

I think it worth noting that I considered my birthday, which occurred just before I left, to be something of a deathday party. It seems fitting, then, that I should return just in time for Halloween. I was conceived on Halloween, you know. My parents were in New York for the holiday. They accidentally stumbled upon a gay parade, and were both so impressed by a gentleman wearing naught but a thong, a bow tie, and white French cuffs at his wrists that neither was ever able to forget him. I think it's obvious that I wasn't conceived as much as I was invoked.