a concept: i have a job that i love. it doesn’t have to pay that much, but it’s enough for my wife and i to live comfortably, with or without her added income. we live in our own place, and, sure, not all of the furniture matches, and we may have gotten that bookshelf and that dresser at two different garage sales, but it’s ours. we have a fluffy cat and a few plants here and there that we can take care of. we wake up every morning to the sounds of birds chirping outside the window, or to the sounds of cars in a bustling city- but no matter where we are, we’ve made a home. a home where anyone can feel welcome, and feel loved, and feel important. a home where we can live and love as we please.
oh to be a lesbian in the medieval times and i’m married to a man but for “some reason” we never have any kids and he spends a lot of time with his childhood guy friend and i spend a lot of time with the woman who lives across the street by herself with her cats and garden and eventually i don’t even sleep at my own house anymore and my husband’s “friend” moves in with him and i tend to my “friend’s” garden while she bakes flatbread and we sit very close to each other with our fingers intertwined and cats in our lap and we’re known for our delicious food and our herbal medicines