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I love it when he takes me out dancing, and even in these places where we fit in, we can’t help but stand out, the 6 foot 8 giant, protectively holding the considerably small, but by no means waif like boy in costume. I love thse nights though when he holds me and we dance and all around us people watch, not rudely, not staring like we are a freak show but appreciative of both of us, not just for how we look but for what we share, the acceptance of each other in the ways we are.
I love these nights when he wants nothing more to have me dress up and take me out to show me off to the world that I belong to him.
What I love even more though, is the end of the night, going home with him and crawling into his arms and knowing that I love a man, who utterly, completely, through thick and thin, a divorce, two trades and everything loves me in return.
I love these nights when he wants nothing more to have me dress up and take me out to show me off to the world that I belong to him.
What I love even more though, is the end of the night, going home with him and crawling into his arms and knowing that I love a man, who utterly, completely, through thick and thin, a divorce, two trades and everything loves me in return.