Happy Holidays from the Sawyer-Collins-Clemmons household!

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Hello everyone. I'm Dr. David Sawyer and this is my fiance, Bryan Collins, who would probably kill me if I didn't mention his television show, "Sing," which you should all definitely watch. It airs... sometime. On a channel. I should know those things.



Contrary to what the picture above suggests, we live in sunny Los Angeles, and you are ALL invited to our house for a Holiday party! Bryan has everything set up - the food is catered, the drinks are free, and everyone is welcome.

There are just a few house rules.

1. Be careful of the turkeys in the backyard. They do bite.

2. This is the bed I share with my fiance:



Please DO NOT have sex in or on or NEAR it. There's a guest house with multiple guest rooms for that.

(If you're interested in seeing more of the house, here are some pictures.)

And that's all there is to it. If you have any questions, Shania or I will be happy to answer them. If you're interested in seeing more of Los Angeles and less of our party (or if you're one of those people who isn't comfortable going to a party being hosted by strangers), there will be a thread for Shania to give you touristy advice.

This party will run for the entire span of the week, though it's all really in one night. We might post some activities day to day for people who enjoy a bit of direction, but this is mostly a place for everyone to come together and mingle. Get to know people you've never met, enjoy your friends and family. Eat, drink, and be merry... and please don't trash my house!




PARTY'S OVER!

Linger a bit if you like, but the festivities are done.

David and Shania are: cleaning up the mess. Party's over, folks.

Comments

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

I like them too! That's the thing! I like them. I like them from you. *sighs*

I like you.

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I like you too, Stuart. That's a good thing, right? I don't understand what the problem is.

*blinks again*

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

No. *sighs* I like you.

When I said... the thing about how I seem to have a thing for astrophysicists... I was talking about you.

- Stuart, who can't manage to say it more directly than this

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*blinks wide eyes as it hits him*

*opens and closes his mouth a few times, but the only sound that comes out is a squeak, even though he's got a drink in him*

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*sits on the bed*

*realizes he's sitting on the bed and stands, moving over to a chair to sit there*

*stares at Raj, wishing he could say something*

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*holds up a hand, motioning to Stuart to stay where he is*

*practically runs down the hall with his empty glass, heart racing as he waits at the bar*

*orders a glass of wine, tosses it back immediately, and takes a second before heading back to the bedroom where Stuart is waiting*

Me?

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Didn't happen to bring one for me, did you? *nods*

You. If you need me to move out now, I understand.

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*looks at his third glass of wine, which he hasn't done any more than hold yet*

*reaches out to offer it to Stuart*

I don't want you to move out, dude.

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*accepts the wine, drinking half of it, then offering the rest to Raj*

You don't?

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Why would I?

*takes the glass back, draining it*

I mean, you basically just told me I'm such a stud that I can seduce people without even realizing it. That's pretty sweet, dude.

*slaps his hand over his mouth, bursting into a giggle*

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*nods, standing* Yeah. That's exactly what I was trying to tell you.

*turns to walk out of the room, feeling like he needs to escape this conversation*

- Stuart, who is incredibly uncomfortable

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Stuart, wait! Please... don't go?

*has no idea what he's doing, or saying, but just can't let him leave*

-Raj

Re:

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*turns around*

Why?

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Because when you turned around to leave just now, I felt sick.

*bites his lip, looking at Stuart helplessly*

I don't know how to explain it any better than that.

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*walks back over to a chair and sits*

Maybe you feel it too... you like me.

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*rubs a hand over his face*

I feel something.

*admits it softly, turning to look at Stuart*

But I don't know what it is, and that's kind of terrifying.

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*nods* What do you want to do about it?

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's your turn to wine and dine me?

*smiles, teasing, however awkwardly it may be*

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*slumps a bit, knowing that the wining and dining is where he always fails*

I can do my best.

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

That was a joke, Stuart.

*sits on the foot of the bed, figuring that just talking is okay when sex isn't*d

I don't really know what to say. But that... doesn't mean this is a bad thing.

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*stands, moving over to sit next to him on the bed*

Can I try something?

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*looks at him curiously*

Uh... sure.

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*leans in to kiss him softly, lingering for only a moment before pulling back and looking at him*

Was that okay?

- Stuart

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*blinks in surprise, but lets out a noise of protest when Stuart moves away*

That... that was very okay.

-Raj

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Are you sure?

- Stuart, who is suddenly nervous again