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Love and teeter-totters and cat pee

Love is like this.

Love is like this.

Here’s the thing about me and W.  When one of us is down, the other is usually up.  We are the lesbian equivalent of a teeter-totter.

It’s a good thing, because the person at the top usually says, “hey, lean on me.  I’ve got this.  I’ve got you.”

We are yin and yang.  Quiet and not-so quiet.  Captain (me) and Tennille (her).  I’m a hard, crunchy, salty tortilla chip, and she is smooth, hot cheese. Damn.

Love is like this, too.

Love is like this, too.

But lately we’ve both been up.  We’ve been focusing on ourselves and our personal goals.  So that teeter-totter is more like a hot air balloon with a basket for two.  The sky is the limit.

I must admit, it has me a little bit worried.  This new dynamic.  Because it’s different.

But right now, I’m loving it.  I like having a partner who is doing and growing and giving me space to do the same.  It’s incredibly sexy, if you ask this butch lesbian.

Not that we don’t ease each other’s burdens in this new phase of mutual personal growth.  Just the other night, W sorted through a whole bin of paper recycling in search of an important piece of paper that I had lost.

“It’s my job to help you,” she said.

I wasn’t going to argue.  Besides, this butch is working on accepting help.

And then she noticed that the some of the papers were damp with cat pee.  Because our cats are evil.

“Stop,” I said.  “I’ll do it later.”

But she kept right on going.

“You’ve got a good woman there,” I thought to myself.

If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

(In a middle-age blunder, Middle Age Butch later discovered that she had not thrown out the important paper after all.)

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What about your love relationship?  Are you two a teeter-totter or hot air balloon?  Would your partner root through a bin of pee-tainted paper for you?