The other day as I was driving home and feeling all sour because recently my brother keeps calling me a lesbian and I was ruminating on that accusation like “I don’t think I’m a lesbian. I don’t think I’m anything anymore. I have no attraction to anybody male or female because I’m not even a real person.” and as I passed by a matted down dead skunk on the road I realized I had spent the past 6 hours at work fantasizing about a faceless woman holding me. Waugh.... Cruel and bitter realization. Didn't like it.....
Doyle Canon: This is Dr. John Watson. He has managed to have multiple love affairs on three different continents. He is a love machine. A sex god, if you will. Able to woo multiple Victorian ladies.
80% of Sherlock Holmes Adaptations: This is Dr. John Watson. He looks like a hamster.