Secret Love Nest

Wang Diva

How to have a "Diva" fit Wang Qing style?

Hello, Dayu here again. And welcome to another installment of my life. Here you can read about my thoughts and about my day to day life living with the man I love. So let's start, shall we.

You all know Wang Qing, right. You have seen him. You see that tall, muscular, gorgeous masterpiece of a man with the handsome face and beautiful smile and wicked mind. That's how he describe himself. For me he is just "eh, you're Wang Qing".

So be honest with me, when you see him for the first time and you didn't know him, gay is not the first thing that came to your mind, right? I mean, if we are being stereotypical, people will rather suspect me first than Wang Qing of being gay. I see that, and I kinda understand since I have softer features and cute ensemble going for me.

But Wang Qing is gay and he is not above having a "Diva" fit as the rest of us. I actually never knew the meaning of that word until I started reading male to male novels and mangas when we were recruited to play on that bl web series. Now I'm your typical fudanshi who has a fair amount of knowledge in the yaoi and bl world and terminologies.

So a "Diva" fit. How do a person exactly have one?

Well it start in the morning when he stubbed his toe while having a shave in the bathroom sink.

Qing: (in a voice loud enough to wake the dead) Goddamn it Dayu, there's a metal thing sticking out from under the sink! What in the world is this?!

Me: (getting out of the shower stall all wet and slippery) What? Where? Let me see?

Qing: Dayu, you're wet! Go back inside the shower! Are you really stupid, what if you slip?!

Me: Fine! Fine! I'm going! I'm going! Jeez, what is wrong with you?

Qing: My toe is what's wrong with me, it hurts!

Me: Is it bleeding?

Qing: (snapping) No!

Me: Then let me finish first and I'll check and put some ointment on it.

Qing: Never mind. Goddamn it! (Then storm out of the bathroom)

After the bathroom fiasco, this comes next...

Qing: (shirtless) Dayu, where's my black shirt?

Me: (frowning) What black shirt? You have like fifty of them.

Qing: My black shirt with pearl buttons on it.

Me: Oh that black shirt...it's still in the wash waiting for me to do the laundry.

Qing: (eyes going wide) You still hadn't wash it?!

Me: Well I got busy with recordings and stuff. I'll do the laundry this weekend, I have a free day. Besides    like I said, you have a closet full of black shirt, wear one of those.

Qing: But I want to wear THAT black shirt!

Me: (getting slightly pissed) But it's still in the wash! If you want to wear it that desperately, go dig it out and wash it yourself.

Qing: But that's your job. If you just did your job right and on time this...

Me: Qing ah, if I were you I won't finish that sentence. Go back inside our closet, choose another black shirt and wear that. Now!

Qing: (looking at me with fire in his eyes) You better wash that shirt tonight! Don't wait until this weekend! (Then stomping back inside the closet)