For Saturday - If These Walls Could Talk 2

On Saturday night, Alex and I were at a friends' house, snuggling up against the February wind with a spread of yummy food, wine, tea and a film: If These Walls Could Talk 2. A TV film about three different lesbian relationships in one house over 3 decades, we all could relate. At times, I was in shock at how little may be really different since the 1960s, legally speaking, in the US. Sometimes I wondered just where the directors were going with certain dialogue. And other times still, all I could do was giggle and sigh. Which is exactly what Sharon Stone and Ellen DeGeneres are doing in the above screen capture: after a scene where they were 'getting amorous,' as friend S might have said, all they could do was giggle and sigh. It was the most relatable moment of the whole film.

Thanks A, N & S.

Sometimes I Forget

Sometimes I forget that for some people my loving a woman presents a reality which they have trouble comprehending. Not that they disagree necessarily, or wish ill of me and my love, it's just that, for whatever reason, the synapses that would connect me to Alex haven't ever formed (or been exercised) recently in their brains and they're slow to adapt. I find people like this the most difficult; sometimes it would almost be easier if just outright thought I was an abomination (as long as they didn't want to throw me in jail, keep me from getting married, or kill me). I guess, it's more about my reaction really. More that I have trouble understanding how someone can really like who I am, be happy to be in my company and then suddenly...its the facial expression that changes, without words being said. The disapproval, confusion, something. It's the something I can't read. That's the hardest.