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Sweet Jesus, I'm so sorry you guys - I genuinely didn't realize I hadn't posted at ALL in 2024. I've given some little updates on the Discord, but I know not all of you are on there, so that's my mistake for leaving you all in the dark. Won't happen again!

Life is good, just busy - I have a workout partner now! - but don't worry, I HAVE been writing. In fact, why don't I share a little teaser? And Daddies, check your inboxes...

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“The herpes of craft projects,” Rudy Phillips chuckled to himself as he tore open the industrial size bag of glitter. “Perfect for those queers.”

Rudy didn’t know if Yates Bass, Max Daugherty, or Forrest Marquardt were actually queer. They sure seemed like it, the way they were never apart and took all their classes together. That was some gay shit. But not even that was as gay as their excitement over going to a teen club night at fucking Bullseye of all places.

Bullseye was a small bar that hosted mostly local rock bands, but apparently that wasn’t pulling in enough dough, because now one Friday night a month they opened their doors to teenagers, charged them a fat cover, served them marked-up mocktails and Coca-Cola, and let them dance to trash remixes of Taylor Swift.

Rudy couldn’t think of anything gayer…except for covering Bullseye and all its socially tragic occupants with glitter. And thanks to Amazon’s one-day shipping and his stepdad’s keyring, he had the means to do so. Not that his stepdad would ever approve of Rudy turning a building he managed into a glittery mess, but hopefully he would never find out.

The metal fans surrounding the dancefloor were a thing of wonder in their own right. Rust-free and sturdy, they were not only capable of blasting sweaty patrons with Arctic air, but a necessary safety feature to keep people from passing out. They stood like mighty sentinels, standing guard over the dance floor where Yates, Max, and Forrest would soon be making fools of themselves.

The idea sparked in Rudy's mind during study hall, where he’d eavesdropped on Yates and Forrest discussing their upcoming night at Bullseye. Rudy had previously attended a rock concert there (using his fake ID) where the lead singer sprayed water into the fans, creating a refreshing mist that energized the crowd. This got him thinking: what else could be propelled into the audience? Suddenly, it hit him: glitter was the perfect way to christen those gaylords, and it was just inoffensive enough that people would think it was the venue’s own terrible idea.

Rudy grinned as he carefully portioned the glitter into each fan. Swirls of rainbow settled inside each boxy frame, waiting for their moment to strike. “They’ll be picking this out of their hair for days,” he chortled, brushing the last remnants of the bag into the final fan. Once he’d fully distributed the glitter, he stuffed the empty bag into the trash and headed for the bathroom, holding his glitter-stained hands away from his body so he didn’t get any more of this crap on himself.