the love that dares not speak its name

[zenithblue]

All right, you little fuckers, I have the proof right here. I've got photographic evidence. So let's do away with this little charade. Why is there yowling at three A.M. every single night? Why is there hissing and spitting while the people who feed you and heat the house and supply you with the 'nip try to get a few hours' sleep before slogging off to work? Why do you feel the need to drive one another away when it's obvious, so obvious, that all you want...is each other? Give in to it! Let the love begin! There is no shame, boys.

The bed is big enough. Now, are your hearts?