why are there so many songs about rainbows...
...and what's on the other side?
rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
so we've been told, and some choose to believe it.
i know they're wrong, wait and see.
someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers, and me.
-Kermit the Frog
i have known my wifey tsukipon for twelve years. TWELVE YEARS. AND A DAY. granted, we haven't been civilly united for that long (i don't know any state that lets ten- or eleven-year-old children get married, much less same-sex ones), but that's irrelevant.
we had lunch today at the. most. tacky. faux. french. cafe. (with or without lace details on the cancan dancers painted on the walls) and she happened to overhear a couple of middle-aged women squabbling over the check. wifey: that's us when we get old. mind you, we didn't meet up to commemorate twelve years (and a day) of knowing each other. good thing too considering how disappointing each of our desserts was-cheap cake pretending to be a pear torte, tart made with canned cherry filling. still, those two women were us (or maybe we them?), the number of times we've bickered at the cash register while smiling at the cashier.
in twelve years, we've gone from talking about dragonball-z and gundam wing (hard to imagine, but she used to be so innocent, she thought i was a total freak when i broached the subject of boy-love and proclaimed myself a heero/duo shipper) to plotting ways to benefit off rich, older men (most plots involving a husband's untimely yet convenient death and each other as an accessory). if we were weird back then, we're definitely weirder now.
at least we're still us.
This entry was originally posted at http://ruethereal.dreamwidth.org/11513.html.
rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
so we've been told, and some choose to believe it.
i know they're wrong, wait and see.
someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers, and me.
-Kermit the Frog
i have known my wifey tsukipon for twelve years. TWELVE YEARS. AND A DAY. granted, we haven't been civilly united for that long (i don't know any state that lets ten- or eleven-year-old children get married, much less same-sex ones), but that's irrelevant.
we had lunch today at the. most. tacky. faux. french. cafe. (with or without lace details on the cancan dancers painted on the walls) and she happened to overhear a couple of middle-aged women squabbling over the check. wifey: that's us when we get old. mind you, we didn't meet up to commemorate twelve years (and a day) of knowing each other. good thing too considering how disappointing each of our desserts was-cheap cake pretending to be a pear torte, tart made with canned cherry filling. still, those two women were us (or maybe we them?), the number of times we've bickered at the cash register while smiling at the cashier.
in twelve years, we've gone from talking about dragonball-z and gundam wing (hard to imagine, but she used to be so innocent, she thought i was a total freak when i broached the subject of boy-love and proclaimed myself a heero/duo shipper) to plotting ways to benefit off rich, older men (most plots involving a husband's untimely yet convenient death and each other as an accessory). if we were weird back then, we're definitely weirder now.
at least we're still us.
This entry was originally posted at http://ruethereal.dreamwidth.org/11513.html.