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

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*blinks and blushes*

I was just... trying to be polite, and honest. I'm sorry if I've offended, somehow.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*shrugs slightly, but smiles*

It's... sort of what I do. I've been told I don't have a dishonest bone in my body.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

That's good to know... because it means you weren't lying about my dancing.

*laughs*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*looks confused again*

Do something else with you?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*takes a moment to clue in, then turns pink*

Oh. Oh.

I'm still getting used to people being... a lot more open about that.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

More sexual than 21st century Earth? I can't even imagine that.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*eyes widen, but he listens intently*

It's fascinating, though. Hearing about a culture so different from our own. I'm glad you're sharing with me.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*looks vaguely horrified before pulling her in closer, arm wrapping protectively around her waist*

I'm so sorry.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I do care.

*keeps her close when she doesn't try to pull away, starting to dance with her again, still slowly*

-Steve

((Okay, I need to sleep now. Actually I needed to sleep two hours ago, but Steve was having so much fun I couldn't tear myself away. <3 And he still is, but my body can't take it anymore. :P Goodnight!))

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*rubs her back comfortingly*

That's what friends are for.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I will most definitely do that.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

No need to apologize... friends talk about things like this, right?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Then why tell me, so easily?

-Steve