there he goes.

after a day of getting his male swag on he thinks he's just about ready to take on Sherlock Vancouver meetup. the only problem is that he can't seem to find guys jeans or other bottoms that fit.. or that he can afford. other than that and a desperate need for a haircut, he's set. it gives him hope that he has a chance to pass sometime soon. he's been hoping for that all along, so far he's succeeded once, almost twice. that time being like a drug to him, keeping him hooked.  meeting new people will give him that chance to introduce himself as that man he is inside. nothing could make him feel good like that in such a short time. his heart fucking soars everytime Facebook calls him by male pronouns, let alone people.  in the mess of that excitement is the main deal, excitement over Sherlock. he's printed out posters and he's ready to get the party started. if only he had tape. and enough sex appeal that she would actually care when he flirts with her.  <3 <3