When I was in college I had to stop my inspiration books. They had grown into a monstrous obsession. Every photo had to be cataloged. I was constantly writing down what others where saying, and how they said it. I guess Im just going to transfer this compulsion to a digital format. My name is Mollie (My face)and I'm 23. I made a pretty unexpected career choice, and ended up working in Corset Shop. To check out my new corset obsession check out Corset Shop
On the plane back to Chicago from Orlando.Beautiful.Had an amazing weekend with Matt and his family. Perhaps it was not what I expected, but it was everything I hoped for. I felt like I had known his family for years. His 5 year old nephew and the nephew’s friend took a liking to me. I was basically their jungle gym for 3 days. Oddly enough, that suited me just fine! Matt’s mom and sister even kinda sorta started calling me Uncle Dave! :-)
AH! Feelings. Ok, but first quick recap: I have never been to Disney World (or Disney anything) before. We went two days to Adventure Land (?). It is the one with Space Mountain (something I have wanted to ride since it opened when I was a kid. It was AWESOME! haha). Other than Space Mountain the other rides were kind of lame.
This morning we had breakfast with a bunch of Disney characters. The kids (and moms!) loved it.
Disney World observation: Disney puts alot of pressure on families to have fun and “make memories”. This seems to lend to parents yelling and kids crying. Kind of defeats the purpose of a vacay, doesn’t it?
Personal observation: I did not stress about work, or my student loans or anything the entire time I was Matt. This is nothing unusual. What I found unusual was the zero stress I had around Matt’s family. Sure they bickered, and there may have been tense moments (between them, not with me), but I never felt awkward.
The main thing (and this is getting me teared up) is how “normal” I felt this weekend. My entire life I have had a chip on my shoulder (in retrospect it is because I am gay). One of the reasons I love sports is because when I play or watch with other fans and athletes I have that “normal” feeling. Games are short so are these “normal” feelings. I have had fleeting moments of “normalness” in my life outside of sports.
The entire weekend I felt normal. I felt totally happy. I liked helping Matt prepare dinner for the fam, help watch the kids at the pool - buy them a pretzel, get them their towels, listen to his mom talk my ear off, hold Matt’s nephew’s hand while walking through Disney etc etc etc.
It saddens me that it took nearly 30 years to experience “normalness” for an extended continuous amount of time. Sure, listen militant gays, I know this heteronormalcy isn’t the answer for gay rights etc etc etc, but it isn’t about blending it, it is about having the opportunity to experience what the vast majority of straight couples get to feel - and that is be themselves in public.
Sure Matt and I weren’t holding hands or anything in public, but his family knows our relationship.
I am getting a bit rambly, so I will just say I miss Matt so so much already. We both got teary eyed in the MCO food court as I ate a nasty Nathan’s hot dog. Good news is he will be in Chicago in 8 DAYS!!!!!
I will be landing tonight and turning right back around to go to Dallas for work (again).
What a great feeling it is to be normal and boring! :-)
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Let’s meet up when he’s here?
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runmartinrun said:
oh man…thanks for sharing. :)
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