Smut gay

I almost chickened out when I saw Oliver, worried my very gay thoughts would be too obvious on the hiking trail, but thankfully, he grinned and asked if I needed help identifying that suspiciously phallic-looking mushroom. We spent the next hour laughing, comparing terrible dating app stories, and acknowledging the frustrating lack of LGBT community where we lived - him two hours north, me stuck south. Now, weeks later, I'm planning a mushroom identification road trip, because even if distance is a pain, risking it for his smile feels a lot less scary than staying single forever.