a party I was at in the paper: “…a dear friend of mine threw a martini-drenched surprise B-day bash for his (biological) girlfriend just last weekend. Now, I knew all the mainly straight partygoers there quite well, of course (a few number among my most fabulous friends and drinking buddies), a cast of this city’s finest dancers, musicians, journalists and divine rogues, including the owners of two of the hottest and hippest nightspots in the city.”
I guess I’m a divine rogue, which suits me just fine.
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