Five years ago today, my wife and I got married in the rotunda of the Wisconsin State Capitol (long story). According to tradition, this means we’re supposed to give each other wood. I’ll be sure to let y’all know how that works out.
Our relationship is pretty bad-assed. We’ve known each other for eleven years. We’ve been dating for a decade. Somewhere in there, we both came out.
Last June, I had the brilliant idea of writing a series of essays explaining the whole thing in celebration of our fourth anniversary. So be on the lookout for that. Eventually.
Why the fuck, you ask, should anyone care about any of this?
First off, we’re badasses.
But second, and probably more importantly, is that our story disrupts pernicious narratives about people who are trans*, and/or intersex, and/or disabled, and/or fat, and/or whatever. From what I’ve seen from popular culture, to the extent that people like us exist, we’re alone and unhappy. Sure, like all people, some of us are alone and unhappy. However, some of us are alone and happy. And then there are some of us love and are loved by amazing people.
Sometimes people are in love with each other for many years, irrespective of society’s tired memes. It can be fucking awesome and even vice versa. So now you know.
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