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Struggling (and more often fighting) writer by trade, and office monkey when I need to pay my bills. It's an enviable life.
I know, you're probably a little jealous now.
It's perfectly understandable.

July 22, 2005

My boyfriend is gay?

OK, he's really not.

(Though he is an admitted mysogynist -- he would likely prefer eliminating women from his life completely. Except maybe his mom. And naturally, I am not saying that gay men are mysogynists. I'm just saying Chris might have enjoyed a society where there was no dependence on women for intimate company.)

But we were MSN'ing this afternoon, and I was grumbling (as usual) about being hungry. (I have reverted to a rather bad habit of not eating anything until late-afternoon.)

He typed, "I want a cockie."

Now, of course he obviously meant "I want a cookie"... but perhaps it was a fruedian typo. Perhaps he does want a cockie. How often does your significant other request a cockie? I mean, I am the queen of typos, and I don't think I've ever typed "cockie" by accident.

I wonder what the female equivalent would be.
"Hi, I'd like to order an iced tea, guacamole and chips, and the chicken vaginas..."


1 Comments:

Blogger /hg said...

Actually, I'm sure he's forgotten all about it by now. Unless, of course, he reads this post.

Which I'm counting on him not doing.

4:25 p.m.  

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