I scrunch my hot dog wrapper into a ball and throw it in the trash can while Blake launches into a rant about online privacy and all the ways it’s lacking. I’ve been on the receiving end of a fair few of those lectures by now. I’ve also started a fair few of those lectures. Because it turns me the fuck on when he gets going. Sometimes I mention downloading one of the apps that are known to leak your data like a broken faucet just to watch his head nearly explode. It always ends up in the most awesome sex once I’ve generously let him convince me to abandon that plan.
