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NewHouse/JustinBlogging · Sep 5, 06:11 PM

In the preshow interviews, Justin is a more homosexual than I expected.

I’m sprawled out in a tan leather recliner in the Lynne’s living room; she’s my new landlord-slash-roommate. We were both leery about the mixed-gender situation, but when I came over to see the room last Friday I stayed for an hour and a half chatting about this and that and clicking, generally.

[Justin: He opened with Future Sex/Love Sound. Meh. At least the audio sounds flawed and live, not produced and lip-synced.]

Lynne has a house in Tiverton, RI, about twenty minutes from work. My upstairs bedroom gets a lot of light early, and the sun sets out the window across the bay. Right now the late afternoon sun bakes the room, but in the winter this will be a good thing. There’s paint drops on the hardwood floor that could be scrubbed up.

[Oh my: now he’s in an extended dance bit. His face is intense like he’s really feeling the groove in his body and loves the attention of all of Madison Square Garden and everywhere he’s being broadcast (including Iraq) or whatever. Justin: marry me! PS—Don’t be self-centered and spoiled.]

There’s two cats and a dog in the house, and it’s a house, not Furnished Apartment. Lynn has her art and her friend’s art on the walls. There’s a library in the study. The kitchen is shiny new and the layout: absolutely fabulous. Jack is a ten-year old golder retriever. Juice is an orange cat and Digger is old and his meow is throaty and cantankerous. The cat’s already have me trained to let them in and out on queue.. There’s a nest of bees up in an embankment uphill from the parking, but they’re not really part of the household.

[The show: HBO. What’s up with the camera not ever panning over the gay fans. We’re people, too! The male audience we’ve seen till now have all been clearly dragged by their girlfriends, happily bopping along like they can’t dance and are a little uncomfortable being here.]

It’s a short drive into Providence, forty minutes to Boston, and Little Compton is just about down the street. Uphill behind us are miles of forested hiking. The bay is bustling with sailboats. There’s an organic free-trade hippie-friendly coffee shop, and no, “hippie friendly” is is not a euphemism for 420.

The day I moved in, Lynne took me with her down the street to a neighborhood party to meet people. Everyone is friendly small-town locals or a gay couple from Manhattan with family here, or very friendly, generally.

It’s a good situation.

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  1. Of course, I’m quite happy to hear that it’s a good situation.

    — giveawayboy    Sep 12, 12:58 AM    #

  2. Soooo cooooool!!! Oh, and darn you and your macro lens! Grr!!

    — Katie    Sep 14, 10:02 AM    #

  3. You are smart ‘n’ sensitive ‘n’ stuff; will you read my journaling assignment thingie (http://www.asianfoodstaple.com/node/378) and tell me if it’s okay?

    — Katie    Sep 15, 12:26 AM    #

  4. Flattery will get you the thing you ask for.

    — Tom    Sep 15, 11:53 PM    #

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