Momentous

Well, dear friends, it appears that I have been blindsided by the coyote gods.

Just a few days back I extolled the virtues of, and proclaimed my love for, the single life. I shared with a friend newly in love that while I was happy for her, I thought her insane. I watched their puppy dog adoration and rolled my eyes, content in the knowledge that my lofty place of contented aloneness would outlast their obnoxious enthusiasm for one another.

But friends, I've met someone. It's true. I don't go to the dark side unwillingly, understand. I am standing on the edge of the pool, arms outspread, ready to slide through his cool and inviting depths.

That's right friends, his.

It's not unheard of for me to have a male lover. It's happened off and on through the years. After my last male lover, I decided it was time to stop playing. At some point I would want to commit to someone, to be a monogamous partner, to consider spending a good portion of my life with that one person. And if that was the case, I would have to choose between men or women. I love them both, so the decision really came down to who I would be willing to give up having sex with. I couldn't consider a life without loving women intimately, and so dedicated myself to focusing on that reality.

And I was happy, for the most part, with that decision.

But you know when you come home? That's how this feels. I never expected to feel this again. One moment I was minding my own business, the next we're entwined. It's been days only, friends. We went from nothing to everything in days, and it is glorious.

You don't know me, so have no idea how momentous this is, but it is. Momentous.


yes, he dances. are we doomed now?