iām reading a very manly 1950s account of a hunt for el dorado but iām thirty pages in and the narrator has already described his traveling companion as āhandsomeā 4 times, āextremely handsomeā twice, āexceedingly handsomeā once, his voice as āquietly huskyā and āa husky whisper,ā his fingers as long and deft, his body as ātall and cat-like,ā and his eyes as some variation of ice-blue at least three times.
just men being dudes. dudes being pals. itās great. this is great.
āEver since he had aimed that gun at my throat, I had liked him immensely. And now I liked him even better.ā
oh my god
āI awoke when a beam of light fell across my eyes. Jorge had come into my room carrying a lighted candle.
āIām going with you,ā he said quietly.
āI canāt pay you.ā
He smiled. āI thought I was a partner?āā
OH MY GOD
according to apparently every adaptation of a search of el dorado, i think we can conclude that maybe the real el dorado was the homosexuality we found along the way
#iām adopting this as a term for someone working to understand their sexual orientation #āoh megan dated dudes exclusively in college but these days i hear sheās on the road to el dorado'Ā ( @buetterfliege )
From now on, every person figuring out their sexuality is on the road to el dorado
the real treasure was the gay we found along the way
