As previously mentioned, I sometimes enjoy a good hoot or holler from someone on the street. I know it’s a little demeaning, but it’s also kind of flattering! What I think is hysterical, though, is when I am walking with my BF – be it hand in hand or just next to him – and someone hoots or hollers. That takes balls, you know?

This past weekend I was walking back to my car after a good time at Comfest in Columbus and while I was rubbing my BF’s back some guy gave a little holler. I started laughing, as I usually do. Due to the queer-friendly nature of Comfest, my BF just looked at me and said, “I think he was talking to me.” So we shared the holler.

It’s a beautiful thing when we can both delight in the joy of the same good holler.

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