"It's not about what/who loves you... It's about what/who you Love..."
Bless... for anyone who fancies a somewhat weird and longwinded, freaky and moving lifelesson, go rent Adaptation.
Okkkkkaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
So I saw Dan today, his tan has lessened, he's chopped off the delicious golden disarray of locks that grew in over his Greek holiday and we both have very bad colds and both resemble Rudolph.... I was determined to wreak my revenge over his smirky goodlookingness the other night but today he spent half our time together berating for working when I've been ill, paying for everything and carrying all my shopping.... and the other half he spent trying to figure out why I wouldn't tell him about the story I had up on the net that I'm so proud of... he started quoting the old genres I wrote for (all het) and after a while I figured he'd dropped the subject but suddenly he cocks his head to one side and drawls in this delightfully sweet voice 'Kimmy darling... are you writing about Queers?'
Yes.... yes I am and yes, YES I had a coronary on the spot. ;)
On the upside he is fine, great in fact with it, was just amused by my extreme mortification... in fact the first thing he asked was which positions did I use? Because, he explained, doggy style is 'so' cliche... then he wanted to know just how explicit I was ... at this point I disapeared inside my jumper and refused to come out but he seemed delighted that my mind's as filthy as ever and even offered his serices should I need to ask him whats feasible positionwise etc.... god I love that guy... he's a ROYAL pain in the arse but I wouldn't trade him for the world.
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