To commemorate my recent trip to Brussels, Belgium, I am compelled to tell you a moving story of love and devotion among friends….
Once upon a time there were three persons with three different interpretations of queerness in three very different, very jaded cities. They were the best of friends, and they showed their mutual affections by brushing each other’s hair, sending scarring YouTube videos under false pretext, making friendship bracelets and burning each other’s initials into woodchips surrounded by little hearts during shop class.
On one particular evening, A and J had a slumber party while C was in a city far, far away. They all three desperately wanted to be together, and instant messenger just wasn’t doing justice to their close connection. Since brushing each other’s hair wasn’t really a possibility, and nothing really suits bosom buddies quite as well, J and C decided that it was time they told A just how much she meant to them….
