Queer Domestic Bliss
The Queerest couple you don't know, our newest adventure is to document life and the growing pains to come.
We're sarcastic and a complete laugh riot. So sit back, kick off your shoes and enjoy the show.
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‘THE VORTEX’ is his pet name for my pussy
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“Gender may bend, but love never breaks.”— GenderPAC (via xyxrebellion)
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When it’s your birthday, and you get a package from your parents containing running sunglasses and a running pullover, you know that they’re proud...
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Today while at the in-laws Mason found pictures of himself that he never knew existed. Mason was adopted at age 3 and has never seen pictures of himself before that age but today when going through some papers these little beauties fell out and it was really exciting.
This weekend was pretty swell. We went to a wedding for friends on Saturday and afterwards hung out with some other great like minded married people.
On Sunday we woke up early and went to Thai temple and ate delicious Thai food on the river with fantastic weather. (If you are ever in Tampa on a Sunday, look it up.) In the afternoon, we drove to Hudson to see our friend Carinna before she moves to Alaska on Wednesday. Carinna introduced Mason and I years ago and we heart her for it.
Most of our friends automatically see us as married because about a year and a half ago we got engaged and filed for domestic partnership. We never had any kind of ceremony or anything but it was public knowledge to all of the important people. Shortly after, we told our family and friends that we would be planning a wedding. We ended up pushing the date back after moving to Orlando and family changes and eventualy decided that we would put it off until we were in a more ideal financial situation. That way it would put less unnecessary stress on both of us as well as or family and friends, most of which are out of state and were anxious for a set date.
Long story short, this was when we first moved to Orlando in July and we haven’t talked much about it since. I recently had this realization of fear and anxiety in regards to marriage. Maybe it was my sagittarius commitment issues finally rearing it’s ugly head or maybe it’s the fact that I felt the need to slow things down with Mason. He went from being my wife to my boyfriend (see earlier post) and that’s what works for us. But after this weekend I’ve come back to a place where I know it is something I want to do. Not tomorrow and probably not even any time soon. I still want to be in the right place financially and Mason wants to be deeper into transition. But I know that we’ll know when the time is right.
Using someone’s preferred pronouns IS IMPORTANT.
Using someone’s preffered name IS IMPORTANT.
If you can’t do either of these things for someone, THEN DON’T SAY ANYTHING.
Don’t run around screaming their birth name in a room full of accepting people who are respecting someone’s transition. It’s traumatic and rude.
And it makes you look like the huge cunt I’ve always thought you were.
Sometimes you get stressed and overwhelmed in a relationship and have to ask for some alone time.
And sometimes you come home to things like this and you remember exactly why you love someone. I’ve been talking about wanting to read The Hunger Games and am obsessed with all things comedy.
And the freezer was full ofmy favorite wines and frozen girlie drinks.
I can’t help but be love struck, especially after a long day of doctors and procedures. She’s there for me, chugging along and putting chapstick on my lips while passed out on anesthesia medicine and rubbing my head until it all feels better.
Growing old doesn’t sound so bad as long as I can do it with her.
Wow. I am really cute.
This is why we can’t have nice pictures.
Being a cis female, having a boyfriend who is pre-T and only passing about 5% of the day can throw me off as a partner. I see Mason as male and am sometimes confused as to how so many people misgender him. But it still happens multiple times a day.
So inevitably, he ends up using the women’s bathrooms about 98% of the time. If we’re in a place with a single person stall and there aren’t too many people around he’ll use the men’s room but most of the time it’s hold it or use the little girl’s room.
It’s usually a simple in and out and I’ll be honest, we’ve never had a serious negative experience during this but there is usually a lot of double takes and staring. For this reason, even if I don’t have to go to the bathroom I still go in with him. I don’t know what it is but I feel…protective I suppose.
I feel the need to stick close to him to make sure that nothing happens or no one makes a rude comment because I have a loud mouth and I can’t be bothered to deal with anyone’s ignorance at this point in my life.
Maybe I’m confrontational. Maybe I’m over protective, but I’m thoroughly looking forward to the day when he can use the men’s room regularly and comfortably.
Having a man that can cook is the best.
My man is Martha Stewart. I’m just Rachel Ray.
Puddle of love between my knees.
(via reggieross)
Yuuup.
(via beardsbluntsbroncos)
Mason here!
So, someone along the road asked about more relationship input. As a dutiful blogger, here you go…
As most things in life, relationships aren’t easy. Each one is its own journey and follows a unique path.
Recently Reg and I came upon one of those epic moments of honesty that you seem to only find in turn of the century southern romance tales that take place in a small town, on a lake, where everyone drinks scotch on the rocks at noon. We were bickering all day long. Pointless things really, it had been going on quite some time… A few months on and off, especially around shark week. We were both sick of it. Then, in a matter of hours it blew up, there was just plain frustration and anger. Until we finally broke. It was exhausting, but nothing compared to what was ahead. For once, for real, we both just opened up to eachother. A lot about our fears on what this relationship was headed for. “How will both of us identify through my transition?” “I’m scared, will her feelings change?” “How will this change…us?” Frightening, really. But what we both realised was none of this was more powerful or difficult that what we had already built our lives on. You see, what we have, what we’ve made together is more than love, it’s a comitment, as cheesy as this sounds. Reg is it. She is the last woman ill kiss,the only woman I’ll wake up to, my true other half. As we grow and change as individuals, we also grow as a couple. As long as we keep our eyes on that, follow our own truths and communicate honestly with eachother, we will always find ourselves in the middle.
We aren’t perfect. We still have eons of learning to do. But, we know all of this, accept it…
And we have years to figure it all out and keep falling in love with eachother year after year.
This is exactly how I feel sometimes. It’s always refreshing to feel like someone else understands what’s going on in your head.
-Reggie
