Full circle

How the hell does time creep by so slowly on a daily basis, yet accumulate into months so easily? I am shocked and apalled that my 27th birthday is a mere five days away and that, for the first time in years, I will be spending it as a single lady.

Yep. You heard me... previous "wonderful lady" and I dissolved into a mess of cattiness, anger, (sometimes) hatred, and are actually in a pretty good place now despite all that. What, you didn't know that lesbians' best friends are often their exes? Where have you been? For shame!

So this brings me to my birthday weekend -I am giving myself the greatest gift of all... a place of my own. After said "wonderful lady" and I split, I made another classic move and stayed with a girl that I was convinced would be my wife one day. Obviously that's not happenin'. Plus, I've been living right in town and miss being surrounded by the woods... my pup isn't much of a fan of being on a leash all the time either.

So, "wonderful lady" will be helping me move on Saturday, with a great big told-ya-so smirk on her face (oh, how she loves my failed attempt at recreating our past bliss!). Pup will run around the woods, hunter-orange vest blazing due to the trigger-happy nature of hunters in my area. And "wonderful lady" and I will have a glass of wine and try not to make out with each other.

Hopefully we won't try very hard... it is my birthday weekend, after all...

Allow myself to introduce... myself...

When my Dad looked at me with a surprised “Oh,” I knew I was in for a treat. I had just explained the sleeping arrangements to him in my then-empty one-bedroom house. He was helping me move and was naturally curious as to where my “roommate” was going to sleep.

“Right here,” I replied with a smile, gesturing to where the left side of the bed would be.
“What about you?”
“Right here,” the grin getting wider, this time motioning to the right side.

This is where the “Oh” comes into play. Surprised, yet knowing. Shocked –but barely.

After all, he had seen some pictures a few years before that he could have passed off as "experimenting."

(For the record, I wasn't.)

Anyhow, my "coming out" to my family was pretty anti-climactic. That was it for my Dad, who in his seventh-generation Vermonter type of way took it in stride and then proceeded to pepper me with questions. Once satisfied that it was the real deal -that I was in love with a woman, he relaxed into his typical completely-inappropriate self:

"Well, I guess if you two are ever broke, you could always make a movie."

That's my Dad.

Mom is a little different, and surprisingly so. She is the liberal of the two (Dad is a gun-wielding Republican) -has her Master's and is an educator, votes Dem every time, likes gardening and is generally very easy to talk to.

All except for this. Neither of us bring it up often -if at all. It slightly annoys and sometimes embarrasses me that the woman who I thought would take it in stride and make it a non-issue is the one whom I feel most guarded around. Who knows?

Maybe if I had mentioned it to her in a better way, we could have had a heart-to-heart. As it happens, she found out from my older brother who called her to ask how I should tell Dad that I was with a chick... (An insanely wonderful one at that, but we'll get to that at a later date.) For the record, he did *not* have my permission to do this task for me -and I never really planned on "coming out." I figured that my family is smart and would realize that she wasn't my roommate when, well, whenever they saw the way that I drooled around her.

Anyhow -those are the bare bones.