I realize this blog is in danger of becoming nothing more than a transcript of E.S.’s and my bickering exchanges, but I must report the one we had last night.
E.S.: I had a long conversation today with my friend Y. about relationships.
FAUSTUS: What about them?
E.S.: About the fights that we’re inevitably going to get into.
FAUSTUS: Why, because you hate me?
E.S.: I don’t hate you. I just wish you would change.
FAUSTUS: Well, guess what?
E.S.: You’re going to change? Yay! Thank you, sweetie.
FAUSTUS: Don’t touch me.
Then we had sex.
If he changed and was exactly what you wanted, you’d have no bickering exchanges about which to write. And without bickering exchanges, there would also be no post-bickering exchange sex. So be happy with what you’ve got.
I wish all my arguments ended in sex.
Let me amend that…
As long as you conclude every bickery exchange with hot gay sex, I think you’ll be okay.
Now, see, if you simply enhanced these transcripts with photos of the hot sex, I can pretty much guaran-damn-tee no one is going to complain about the banter — which is sterling in its own right.
I can never decide which of you is Ralph and which is Alice.
You still speak before having sex? Such a young relationship.
Interesting. I will have to try that with my BF and see if it leads to sex.
He did touch you then? Or was the sex performed through some sort of screen?