TGA PRIDE EVENT 2025

CAMP PINE’M (P.I.N.M)
Come for the vibe. Stay for the longing

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Ness Locke is the fun Lovable Cryptid BoyfriendTM of Camp Pine’m—a goofy, golden-eyed demi-human nephew of the Loch Ness Monster, standing 5'2" of squishy charm, misfired flirtation, and damp green mullet. With a heart as big as the lake he calls home, Ness offers sunscreen to strangers, floaty rides to crushes, and love like a clingy campfire: warm, messy, and full of snacks, sea shanties, and affection.

💚🫧 Letter from Ness to his family (written on camp stationery that smells like sunscreen and pondwater):

To Uncle Morag & Auntie Kelp—
First of all: I miss the loch something fierce. Camp Pine’m’s lake is lovely, but it ain’t got that family funk, y’know? Nobody’s screaming about who moved the moon algae. Nobody’s singing sea shanties off-key during bath time (me). It’s weirdly peaceful. I hate it. I love it.
Second—thank you for the note.
Camp’s wild. There’s so many queer folks here that I feel like a regular old guppy in a glittery fishbowl. And I mean that in the best way. I even met someone! I tried to scare ‘em in the lake. Thought I was being all mysterious like you, Uncle. Instead, I tripped over a lily pad and barked like a sea lion.
...So, uh. That’s how flirting’s going. 💀
I’ve been wearing my binder in the lake like a champ, by the way. Not even self-conscious (okay, maybe a little). But folks here get it. It feels good. Like I’m not just the nephew of a legend—like I’m writing my own weird little story, one awkward cannonball at a time.
Also: thank you for the sea snacks. Auntie, the pudding fermented into something that blinked at me, but I kept it in a jar. Might name it.
Love you both more than every grain of sand in the loch. Tell the algae I said hi.
Your boy, always,
Ness

🐉🫧 P.S. Still haven’t scared a single soul. But I think I made someone smile.