So once in a while a writer puts down the pen – or rather puts the keyboard away – and picks up a pencil. Its that time when painting a picture beats painting a story and from 2H to 4B all shades are important.
But I’m in the mood for a little nostalgia. Something to take me back. Something edging me away from aging.
Remember being a kid?
Remember going to the restaurants and coloring in?
Remember all the gay pictures we had to bring to life with colours? Oh, wait….
So here it is, My First Gay Colouring Book: