This smoky tea brings out an unspoken side of me. Like an evening at a gentlemen's club, the atmosphere is dark yet alluring, and endlessly seductive. I enjoy basking in the candlelight with friends, engaging in boundless conversation while they drink whiskey and smoke cigars. I, meanwhile, am sipping away at my favorite tea.
Those nights out mean the world to me. Yet when morning comes, I'm perfectly content back in my own shoes. Who am I? He/Him, She/Her, They/Them: What does it matter, as long as I am comfortable with myself?