My boyfriend and the Manstress are leaving today at 6:00pm. They are going to Pensacola. There, they will drink alcohol and, I can only assume, socialize with other homosexual men.
This is good.
I say this not because I plan to have a wildly debauched weekend. Nor am I particularly happy to be separated from my one and only. Rather, I’m excited because for the next several days I will have the bulk of the house (upstairs excluded) to myself. That means, once I wake up, I don’t have to worry about disturbing anyone else. If I wish go to the backyard at 7:00am and start breaking up concrete (a chore that desperately needs finishing), I can do so. If I wish to paint or sand or mop various areas of the house at the crack of dawn, I can, and no one will shout at me from the bedroom, threatening to rip my legs off. Not that anyone would do that anyway, but you know what I mean…
It’s the secret of our relationship: there are spaces in our togetherness.
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