the porn was of middling quality

Yesterday we were driving back home from something and passed a 7-eleven, and Hava suddenly remembered her friend's Playboy engagement - so of course we stopped and picked one up. Which is to say, she handed me her debit card and asked me to procure said magazine from the gentleman behind the counter. At first I resisted the responsibility, because I didn't understand why it would be less awkward for me to buy porn; on the way home, she cleared the whole thing up for me, in one concise phrase: "buying same-sex porn definitely doesn't make it less awkward."

music: Marvin Gaye, I Want You