Having known each other for so long, I’d say that William and I have a very domesticated relationship — we comfortable enough around each other where entertaining each other isn’t always the reason for getting together. When I was last staying with him, a scene pretty much identical to the one above happened; the two of us, bespeckled, with our respective laptops on, watching random shit, mumbling to each other occasionally. It’s a wonderful, comfortable, sexless marriage. We don’t need no silly civil rights n’ shit. We have love and Hulu.
You all have seen People of Walmart, right? Because I have, and there went HOURS of my life, gone forever, only to be filled with too much denim, too little denim, Aqua Net, and so much crack (both drug and ass related). It’s like the polar opposite of Go Fug Yourself, and honestly, I don’t know which child I love more.
sad to say, but I think Go Fug Yourself is more palatable than People of Wallmart. I mean, I know theres Vivienne Westwood, but puh-lease! Class and eccentric is a very difficult mix.