Queer as Home

I was watching Queer as Folk tonight, one of the last episodes of last season. Tomorrow night the new season starts, and so there's a marathon on...and there's was a "Behind the Scenes" on VH1...and and and...

And all I could think was that I can't wait until that hot little fucker of a boyfriend of mine gets his butt to San Francisco so we can, among other hot and unsavory things, watch QaF together like we did at his place last time I was down there. Except it will be in our house, and I won't have to think about having to leave him again.

I'm feeling so domestic it's dirrrrty. And feeling so dirrrrrty, it's domestic.