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Category: Creative Non-Fiction

Goodbye

Switch a few pronouns around and we’re singing about how we hate both of their boyfriends.

city skyline during night time
Coming of Age

Broadway, the 80’s, Star Wars, My Dad and Me

We’re driving. Through Boston in August. The rain pours on the car and I sip my root beer smiling at the way the lights of the buildings and cars get muddled and watery through the windshield turning the road into a washed-out watercolor painting. Our playlist is on; switching between

woman in black and white floral bikini top
Creative Non-Fiction

Sexuality

We imagine our kids one day dressed in rainbow tutus and bowties in carriages with us at pride parades. When someday our marriage will not be a “gay marriage” but just a “marriage.” When I can walk hand in hand with her in the grocery store without stares is the day I will be happy.