If you missed the bulletin, W and I are having 15 people for Thanksgiving dinner. Which always sounds weird. Like we’re a couple right out of a Stephen King novel and we’re eating people for dinner.
Anyway, we’ve been busy painting and cleaning and sprucing the place up and preparing to cook and serve a feast for a party of 15.
Despite the craziness, I wanted to make sure to take a few minutes and remember what I’m thankful for.
There’s the basic stuff like food, clothing and shelter. Nary a day goes by that I don’t express thanks for hot showers and a warm bed. Oh, and my soft, fuzzy PJ pants. These things make me happy on a daily basis, and I realize that they would be considered luxuries by many people.
Of course, I’m thankful for family and friends. W and I have so many people in our lives who are supportive of our relationship. That’s not always a given with gay and lesbian couples.
And then there’s W. Somehow, I found a woman who thinks my neurotic idiosyncrasies are adorable and not a sign of mental illness. “You’re so cute,” she says, watching me pack and unpack and repack and unpack and repack and unpack and repack and unpack and repack a care package to a friend.
I was thinking this morning that I’m thankful that I’m gay. How weird is that?
On good days, I love being a big ol’ butch lesbian. I love wearing flannel shirts and Dr. Martens boots. I love not wearing make-up and showering with Irish Spring. I love women. I love shopping in the young men’s section for myself. I love neckties and suspenders and vests and wallets. Baseball hats and jerseys. Thermal shirts worn under a favorite T-shirt.
I ‘m thankful for being out and being me and living in a time and place where I can do all of that with very little backlash.
And, thankful that I really don’t give a damn anymore about what other people think.
How about you? What are you thankful for?