lesbian culture is me eating pizza alone with day dreaming about my future life with my future wife
we’ll live in an old cottage in a small sea side town, maybe in Florida or Georgia or one of the Carolinas. our neighbors to the left will be scandalized when we leave the house together to get groceries or they see us playing in the backyard with our two dogs, a husky and pugapom, and one of our three cats (he’s an adventurous ginger who wears a harness).
our neighbors to the right are progressive but both straight and they try really hard but sometimes they try too hard and we have to not invite them over to play cards for a week, but we always forgive them. the four of use exchange Christmas cards and sometimes go to haunted houses during autumn together. they get better as time goes on.
we have gardens all around the house for flowers, fruits, and veggies; the latter two are my wife’s, she loves them and loves gardening and she wears a sunhat when she does and it makes her look cute and my heart squeezes with love ever time she comes inside with a smudge of dirt on her reddened cheeks and under her nails. she works on a boat, or maybe as a marine biologist, something with water because she practically grew up in the ocean and loves it.
we go to brunch every Sunday at our favorite little cafe (they have the best coffee in town) and smile at each other the whole time, then come home and settle down to read or watch our favorite show and share a small kiss.