#hahah sorry remembered kian stone for a second there

[leafatlaw]

Kian sings queerness as a song, in backalleys and shitty bars. In between inhales and exhales, with strangers he will not face in the daylight. Inbetween pierces of a tattoo gun, and a changing room stall. Between the hours of 12am to sunrise, like a vampire retreating to a coffin. Then he'll be someone new, someone different someone closeted surrounded by babes who dont know him. The real him. He will go to work and wear suits and talk about money and stocks. He will be someone different. A thing that is not kian stone.