Entry tags:

ephemera, mawwiage, smut

So today the door comes off one of the cabinets. It's too heavy for me to hold it steady and wield a screwdriver at the same time, so I ask the spouse to come and hold it for me.

This puts our faces a couple of inches apart, so we mug at each other for a while, and then I say, "I wrote a scene like this for a story once."

"You did?"

"Yeah. The guy with the screwdriver says, 'I love you,' and the other guy drops the door."

He gets this goofy grin on his face and says, "Aww. That sounds so nice." (This is what he always says when I describe a particular story to him. Either that or he remembers that they're nice but forgets that they're explicit. He doesn't seem to be able to keep both of those concepts in his head at the same time.)

Then he says, "You know, you may actually have created a completely new kind of smut."

I sigh. "I've told you before. There is nothing new about this. Most slash is like this. Hell, a lot of romance novels are like this. The only thing that's not like this is the smut that men like."

He's silent for a while, and then he says, "Isn't that sad?"