Last weekend, after we had sex but before we got out of bed to leave for the movies, E.S. and I had the following conversation:
E.S.: So what are you doing for the rest of the day?
FAUSTUS: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go to the movies with a hot guy.
E.S.: Lucky you. I’m going to the movies with some schmuck.
FAUSTUS: Well, you get what you deserve. (E.S. tickles FAUSTUS’s ear, which he knows FAUSTUS hates.) Stop that!
E.S.: You get what you deserve.
FAUSTUS: No, I meant that you get what you deserve.
E.S.: And you get off scot-free, is that it?
FAUSTUS: Exactly.
And then you and E.S. —
Oh. That won’t work here.
Ears are yummy. So I’m told.
Aren’t you two so adorable? š
And then you and E.S. had sex. Again…
So you bought your movie tickets. And then you had snacks.
Hey, as long as you get off…
Such a sweet adorable couple š Who’d have thought!
You two are still having sex?
Serious question from a long time reader, occasional commenter and rare emailer:
What’s you take on the whole gay civil union thing, Dr. Faustus, sir?
Would you ever consider tying the knot (with E.S. or otherwise).