"So when is He going to have a name?" a reader writes via email.
Aren't you bored of it all? We're at a standstill. There's just too much going on at work for us to fuck around. I know, He's taking naps before noon and I'm popping O's with a whisper-quiet vibrator during work, but really, we're swamped (even more than Viv!) But because I feel we're making progress as far as our comfort with each other goes, it's only fair He becomes more than a capitalized pronoun.
So He is now going to be referred to as...Steven. That's better.
Meanwhile, Viv told her therapist that I'm doing vicarious therapy; to which her therapist replied: "Your friend needs to schedule an appointment. If she needs therapy, then she should go about it correctly."
And I'm all like, "Screw that!"
I don't need therapy.
Right?