Thomas sends me hipsterotica, which is brilliant, snip:
“You take off your silk screen Bansky tee and leave it on the vintage arne jacobsen chair. You turn up brooklyn vegans sirius radio set-Cloud Cult is on. We sprawl out on the rug we bought at the Renegade Craft Fair a while back–it was my favorite part of our apartment until Urban Outfitters started making rugs exaclty like it 6 months later for their “urban” home furnishings section. The TV is on mute, but MythBusters is on the discovery channel– flickering light into the apartment. It still smells like vegan BBQ in here from the food you made last night. I love your vegan non-dairy organic style cooking. You are like the Sufjan of the culinary world–but you never give yourself any credit. I walk over to the window to try and feel a breeze because the heat in the city is unbearable. You come up behind me and trace your finger up my leg–Disco Sheets by Wolf Parade comes on. You finger fuck me as people pass by on the street below. I turn around to kiss you. I take off your diesel jeans and you bend me over, my tits hitting the window screen–we fuck while Talking Heads “Heaven” starts to play on the radio. I close my eyes and wonder if anyone is watching us..”
Substitute Renegade Craft Fair for Maker Faire and suddenly I feel skewered…
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