David took the conversation back to what matters to small children: themselves. "My mommy is married to my daddy," he informed me, and he and the earthling went back to playing with leaves and sticks.
This was about my daughter's reaction (or non-reaction) when we told her (when she was wee) that women could marry women and men could marry men. What shocked her was when I pointed out recently (when she was trying to decide which of the boys or girls her her class she would marry) that she may end up marrying someone she doesn't even know now. Now that is just not possible in her world.
My ladyfriend and I get the sisters thing sometimes, which is amusing because really, our only point of similarity is brown hair and, you know, being ladies.
My partner and I are also sometimes mistaken as sisters or even twins. I always thought it was funny and enjoyed it most every time it happened (because I'm a creeper who thinks an ounce more of 'closeness' is a good thing) but now the fun may be gone :(
The one time it annoyed me was when I was in the ER after having cut my hand ('filleted my knuckle,' apparently) and the doctor kept addressing my partner as my sister. I corrected him three times and then just gave up. Then, when my partner was trying to distract me from the pain of getting stitches by talking to me, he had the audacity to try and steer the conversation into getting restaurant recommendations from her as he had a family member in town. SUCH a horrible doctor.
Is this common? I saw that someone else mentioned it in the comments. We're not social people so it's possible we wouldn't have run into it.
Tonight, Lady H and I were at a queer writing workshop, which we both signed up for with enthusiasm. The workshop is 75% Gay White Male Privilege, 15% Lesbians, 5% One of the Lesbian's Mother, and 10% Us (queer polyamorous women.)
We were talking about openness and vulnerability in writing; we joked about the extra awkward of reading these things in front of your mother. Lady H read her writing exercise, and I made a joke, and she said, "Oh, by the way, y'all, we're together, so that's some vulnerability, too."
"Oh," said basically the whole room. "Sure, partners are a different kind of intimate."
Lady H and I sprang apart from each other as though our hands had been electrified. "Partners?" she said. "No, nonononoooooo, we're not partners."
"Partners is NOT the word," I said, heavily emphasising that.
"Somebody's getting a serious talk when you get home tonight!" One of the GWMs said, trying to be jovial.
"We don't live together," Lady H said, faint horror ringing through her voice. "I do just fine seeing her once a week
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This was about my daughter's reaction (or non-reaction) when we told her (when she was wee) that women could marry women and men could marry men. What shocked her was when I pointed out recently (when she was trying to decide which of the boys or girls her her class she would marry) that she may end up marrying someone she doesn't even know now. Now that is just not possible in her world.
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The one time it annoyed me was when I was in the ER after having cut my hand ('filleted my knuckle,' apparently) and the doctor kept addressing my partner as my sister. I corrected him three times and then just gave up. Then, when my partner was trying to distract me from the pain of getting stitches by talking to me, he had the audacity to try and steer the conversation into getting restaurant recommendations from her as he had a family member in town. SUCH a horrible doctor.
Is this common? I saw that someone else mentioned it in the comments. We're not social people so it's possible we wouldn't have run into it.
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I wish more people would get a clue about how simple it is to explain things to children. So, so easy.
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We were talking about openness and vulnerability in writing; we joked about the extra awkward of reading these things in front of your mother. Lady H read her writing exercise, and I made a joke, and she said, "Oh, by the way, y'all, we're together, so that's some vulnerability, too."
"Oh," said basically the whole room. "Sure, partners are a different kind of intimate."
Lady H and I sprang apart from each other as though our hands had been electrified. "Partners?" she said. "No, nonononoooooo, we're not partners."
"Partners is NOT the word," I said, heavily emphasising that.
"Somebody's getting a serious talk when you get home tonight!" One of the GWMs said, trying to be jovial.
"We don't live together," Lady H said, faint horror ringing through her voice. "I do just fine seeing her once a week ( ... )
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