#BEDM Day 5: Love and Devotion
“Publicly profess your love and devotion for one of your blogger friends“
Huh. OK, here’s the thing. If someone asks me who my favourite people on the internets are, then I don’t really have to think hard. Like a tramp staring at an abandoned can of White Lightning, I must gravitate toward my Brighton bro’s.
@loosemorals tells the origin story better than I but the basics are that we met on the internets, back in the day, we got on like a maison en flambé and I journeyed down to the lascivious, hedonistic South, at which point the maison basically detonated in a pyrotechnic conflagration of laughter, fun and friendship the flames of which still burn steadily even now.
Let me tell you about my lovely boys. They’re awesome, basically. They have a blend of sharp wit, silly humour, boundless geekery, harmless, one might almost say innocent childishness and yet a breathtaking capacity for boys and alcohol that is like catnip to me. It’s intoxicating and infectious, the like of it I have not met. They seduced me, in several different ways. I still possess a tacky Pikachu knock-off I won on my first visit down there, where I got my bottom out onstage in a cabaret. And let us not forget the fact that the both of them are bloody smoking hot.
I wish I got to see them more often. Sheffield is a long way from Brighton. And it pains me to this day that I had to miss their wedding because the only two married couples I know that are also close friends managed to independently choose the exact same day to be wed on and I couldn’t be in two places at once. But we engage with each other regularly over the twitt0rz where they mock me mercilessly for being northern. And every so often we manage to join back up, generally so they can watch me get horrific sunburn and mock me mercilessly for being northern.
This all might sound a bit Mills and Boon and mutually masturbatory but I don’t care. I love you guys; you can stroke my whippet any time you like.