Princess Hotbox: The Travel-Size Lube Chronicles

my friend hotbox loves to call himself my gay. and you know what, that is fully cool with me. i love the man.

so let’s say as a gay man in los angeles with a rigid phd program (surrounded by women who all look like t-swift), a wild mama, two crazy cats, and absolutely no time for relationship drama, you come prepared. and by come prepared, i mean come… prepared. always a strategic bottle of lube in the center console like next to the hand sanitizer and emergency protein bar. “it's not about being a slut — it’s about being efficient,” as he might say!

the lube if we’re smoking and getting macro — it’s a metaphor of life. passion but preparedness. like triple a, but for your ass. "momma didn't raise no unprepared bottom," he'd whisper to himself, checking his reflection. hot as always!

part academic, part dashing world traveler - that’s my gay, my beloved princess hotbox. def hoping for a trad husband, but def not waiting on lifeeee! !




(The real Hotbox has blue eyes. Imma draw him too.)