The wife and I were chatting over IM this evening – from one room away, no less – only because I felt the need to interrupt her work, as usual. I thought I would share with everyone a portrait of what nerdy queer domesticity looks like. Our need to deconstruct language goes further than English words used to describe queer people and queer lives. (A sidenote: we probably only *think* we’re funny). The transcript is after the jump. (more…)
