I Didn’t Realise I was Pansexual
Until I saw the Amazing Cocoa Butter Club performers strutting their stuff
My thirtysomething book club members finally get me to come out socialising with them. “You’ll love this,” they promise. It’s the closing party of fifty-year-old Oval House and The Cocoa Butter Club are part of the demolition team. Damn, I’m eight years older than that venue.