half a world away
dont you want to live in sartorialist-land, baby.
somewhere with four seasons, somewhere where we can sip coffee alfresco along the sidewalk watching hot men in khaki blazers in spring, where we can wear bikins and tan on the grass lawns in summer in the middle of the city, where we can wear trench coats, black stockings in fall and not perspire profusely in the heat, where we can wear boots in winter and not look like a jockeys haha.
oh and this is why i thought z was gay, haha. quite amusing, really.
and with regard to him being submissive... how wrong can they get.
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