TITLE: MARGARITA NIGHTS
GENRE: COMMERCIAL (LITERARY/MAINSTREAM)
Jared knew he must make a decision: stay with his partner of five years or risk everything in search of the proverbial greener grass on the other side of the fence. He was just not sure that the greener grass actually existed. He was not sure of anything since a simple kiss from a friend – when is a kiss just a kiss? – became something oh, so, much more. The kiss did not turn him into a toad . . . or a devilishly handsome prince with vast quantities of deductive reasoning. The kiss just made him wonder if the happily ever after of fairy tales, even for a gay man, could come true? He did not know. He did not have a fairy godmother – though he knew a few tired old drag queens in sparkly dresses – to wave her magic wand and turn a pumpkin into a carriage or, in his case, provide all the answers – when does a kiss become a betrayal? – to his questions. He only had the boyz (well, grown men desperately trying to hang on to their youth with an endearing term), margarita night once a month, some snarky comments, and the whispers of the gayvine – telephone, telegraph, tell-a-gay man – to help him deal with his many questions before it was too late.
The stroke of midnight was almost upon him, and he feared that whatever semblance of happily ever after he currently had would disappear like Cinderella’s gown when the clock struck twelve.