“I always cry at weddings.” “Because they’re so beautiful?” “No, because every time a couple gets married, a manwhore fairy dies. We just killed someone, and you don’t even care.” I finally risk looking at his face, because I know he’ll be smiling and not so concerned that my eyes are involuntarily leaking. “A … manwhore fairy.” His brow furrows. “Umm, what exactly is a manwhore fairy?” “Whenever you have a random hookup, a gay manwhore fairy gets its wings. It’s legend, passed on to all of the baby gays.”
