I hate having to go into my boyfriend’s office. Everywhere one looks, there are naked and nearly naked women–there are three pin-up calendars, signed posters from porn stars, etc.
One day, I had to give up when looking for scissors because I was way too distracted by how many pubic regions I could see from every angle of the room.
Now, I have some pictures of male stars on my computer (David Tennant saying “You Should be Writing,” for example), but they are clothed.
My boyfriend thinks I shouldn’t be upset about the walls of boobs because he knows all of these women and has slept with most of them.
Yes–you read that right.
He thinks it should bother me less that he has naked pictures of his exes in his office than just random naked women. (These are the only pictures of humans in the house–no friends or family.)
(And yes, he’s slept with a lot of models and porn stars.)
I don’t mind people having pictures of their exes. I have pictures of mine. They’re mixed in with the many, many pictures I have of friends and family around the house.
However, one can walk through my house without seeing any of their erect, throbbing penises.
Today, I’m trying a compromise. One of my boyfriend’s presents is two posters of me–one of his favorite picture of me, the other is KarmaZuul. Alas, I don’t have any naked ones, as I’m not a porn star or exotic dancer, though I’ve played them before. Am pretty sure Costco doesn’t want to make a giant poster of a naked me, either.
Readers, I’m gonna take over the wall.
Wow! I have no words…..
Ummmm….that is just odd.