Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, the main concept isn't mine,
CowLip/Showtime owns it all (and rightly so – they're amazing, so is the
show...I'm not making money off this (not like I could anyway) – I just love
the show and the characters are so easy to identify with. If you are
offended by m/m, why the hell are you here? Leave. Now. Also, I'm a
lesbian, so please forgive the horrible gay male sex.
The school obviously hasn't forgiven me for loving Brian. Professor McAdden proved that this morning for sure. I just need to get home - where are my fucking keys? - and see the source of all of my misery.
And pleasure. Oh gd, pleasure. Need to see -
' It's a real special place you've got here, Brian.' Not her. What's she doing here? Why the hell is my mother standing with Brian in the middle of the loft?
'Mom?'
'Oh, hi honey.' Honey? I'm not 10 years old anymore, Mom.
'Hi, honey!' Thank you for that, Brian. I now feel like Lucy's husband on that old show, I Love Lucy or whatever, the one who sang, played maracas, and wore frilly costumes for a living. He was so gay. The man wore glitter, for Chrissake!
Anyway. Why is my mom standing there? Why is she here, telling Brian about the loft's good qualities (of which she has only found one)?
'Let's face it Brian – It's a fuck pad.'
'Mom...' Ha! If only you knew. Or actually, it's better you didn't know. Thank gd Brian thought to put away all the toys, and take down the stuff in the shower. 'What are you doing here?'
O gd. Fuck. Brian locked everything up. He knew she was coming. Asked her to come. With her work stuff. She doesn't have to answer. I don't want to hear this. I don't want to hear this!... 'I'm selling the loft.' No! Didn't I say I didn't want to hear this?
I want to tell him how upset I am. How angry, how sad. All I can manage to say is 'What!?'
I don't hear anything else they say. I can't stand to listen to them anymore. Can't bear their calm, cool attitudes. How can he be calm?
Go Mom. Go home. Leave. I need to think. We – Brian and I – need to think. And that involves something you don't want to see. Or hear.
I don't want to see or hear what I am now. Linds. Michael. Deb. So many people love Brian. They can help him. Help us.
Yea. The day Brian Kinney accepts help is the day I fuck Daphne. And I would, if it meant saving what Brian and I know. And love. Love...
So much love. He'll never come out and say it, but he feels it too. There is so much love in this loft. His loft. Our loft. The loft.
'Bye darling.' Thank gd. She's leaving. Yes. Go. No. No one cares what you have to do later. Go.
'It's the least I can do.' No, the least you ca do is take three more steps. Out the door. Yes. And shut it. Good.
The school obviously hasn't forgiven me for loving Brian. Professor McAdden proved that this morning for sure. I just need to get home - where are my fucking keys? - and see the source of all of my misery.
And pleasure. Oh gd, pleasure. Need to see -
' It's a real special place you've got here, Brian.' Not her. What's she doing here? Why the hell is my mother standing with Brian in the middle of the loft?
'Mom?'
'Oh, hi honey.' Honey? I'm not 10 years old anymore, Mom.
'Hi, honey!' Thank you for that, Brian. I now feel like Lucy's husband on that old show, I Love Lucy or whatever, the one who sang, played maracas, and wore frilly costumes for a living. He was so gay. The man wore glitter, for Chrissake!
Anyway. Why is my mom standing there? Why is she here, telling Brian about the loft's good qualities (of which she has only found one)?
'Let's face it Brian – It's a fuck pad.'
'Mom...' Ha! If only you knew. Or actually, it's better you didn't know. Thank gd Brian thought to put away all the toys, and take down the stuff in the shower. 'What are you doing here?'
O gd. Fuck. Brian locked everything up. He knew she was coming. Asked her to come. With her work stuff. She doesn't have to answer. I don't want to hear this. I don't want to hear this!... 'I'm selling the loft.' No! Didn't I say I didn't want to hear this?
I want to tell him how upset I am. How angry, how sad. All I can manage to say is 'What!?'
I don't hear anything else they say. I can't stand to listen to them anymore. Can't bear their calm, cool attitudes. How can he be calm?
Go Mom. Go home. Leave. I need to think. We – Brian and I – need to think. And that involves something you don't want to see. Or hear.
I don't want to see or hear what I am now. Linds. Michael. Deb. So many people love Brian. They can help him. Help us.
Yea. The day Brian Kinney accepts help is the day I fuck Daphne. And I would, if it meant saving what Brian and I know. And love. Love...
So much love. He'll never come out and say it, but he feels it too. There is so much love in this loft. His loft. Our loft. The loft.
'Bye darling.' Thank gd. She's leaving. Yes. Go. No. No one cares what you have to do later. Go.
'It's the least I can do.' No, the least you ca do is take three more steps. Out the door. Yes. And shut it. Good.