Please forgive the mushiness, dudes, and pass this one up if you’re not in the mood for some extremely self-indulgent gooeyness, ’cause I’m about to dive in headfirst.
Today is my seven-year anniversary of togetherness with this guy:
No, not Spiderman, but the dude who’s wearing the suit. This guy:
He doesn’t always wear such tight pants, but when he doesn’t, he gives me lap dances to make up for it.
He’s great and I love him a lot. The most, actually.
The thing about double artsy-fartsy people relationships, if you’re us, anyway, is that you make a lot of images/objects/stuff influenced by or directly about each other. When we first got together, he used to make drawings and paintings of me, or on me, all the time. Here are a couple of ’em: Continue reading