I should have posted this sooner, but mushy, gushy posts are never as interesting as the sad and depressing ones. But perhaps this will be. It’s quite erotic.
I stumbled upon the most incredible discovery a few weeks ago.
The kids were asleep, the bowl was freshly packed, and 90210 was on Hulu.
It was Season One, Episode Three—“The Green Room”—and about fifteen minutes in, my jaw hung wide, the epiphany in my brain far more potent than weed.
“Oh my God,” I said to absolutely no one.
Dylan and Brandon were lovers! From the moment they locked eyes!
I felt like Brandon at the end of the show because I, too, finally knew what to write for my erotic literary salon reading.