I want to wish a VERY happy Lesbian Visibility Week to all lesbians everywhere but especially my very best friend @doubledeckersofa. Y’all. Y’all I can’t even with her. She knows how special she is to me but just in case she doesn’t:
Thank you for always being here for me. Thank you for always validating me. On the flip side, thank you for kicking my ass when I need it. Thank you for never thinking I’m dramatic when I have yet another gender/sexuality crisis. Thank you for always reminding me that however I define myself is valid. Thank you for seeing me as me.
This goes both ways, though. I see you. I see you in ways that I won’t share on a public forum. I see your highs and lows because you let me see them. I see you, all of you, because you let me. And that trust is the greatest gift I could ever receive.
I don’t know if we’re soulmates. I don’t know if that exists. But I do know this. My dad told me a story the other day about something his father-in-law had said. “If you put a dog in the trunk of your car and drive around in the hot Texas sun for two hours, what will he do when you let him out? He’ll be excited to see you, he’ll wag his tail, lick your hand. If you did the same thing to [your wife], what do you think she would do?” That was supposed to prove her love is conditional. All I know is one, you’d never lock me in a trunk; but two, if you did, you’d have your reasons for it. So, yeah. I’d say I love you unconditionally.
Through everything, always and forever, no matter what.
Happy Lesbian Visibility Week.