A gorgeous man, a sexy fireman, and a crazed gunman walked into a Drag Queen restaurant on a busy Sunday morning.
It sounded like a joke until…
The shooter fled, I was left bleeding on the floor, and the sexy as hell fireman peered into my eyes. Why couldn’t I have choked and got mouth to mouth resuscitation?
This was our story.
He was rugged boots and a red fireman helmet, who kept more than fire gear in his closet.
Most days, I was glitter stilettos and red lipstick, and the only thing in my closet were a couple hundred pairs of fabulous shoes.
But together, we created a home.
