I'm afraid I've got a particularly bad case of the straightitis, but I did meet a really special lady at Destination. The rare sort that knows I like having my asshole tickled during sex, without my having to request it.
I'll tag along (heterofagalong?) if my presence does not drastically reduce the party's actual gay density or glitteratios or whatever the fuck kind of queerodynamics govern one's gaydar signature.
Breeders ruin everything.