The blog's namesake, highly recommended queer indie rock !
Happiness has a smell I inhale
Like a drug done in a darkened hall
Or a bathroom stall with a friend or a man with a hardon
As well it is the smell of the cum on the rug
Men walk their dirty feet on
And the sweat from the chest of a man in a leather uniform
Happy are we when we choose to wear the blindfold
And mark our own place with the smell of our own














