we celebrated
ten years
and then we celebrated
thirteen and then we celebrated
just being married and boring together
and i love our life here
with ups and downs
and stresses and calm moments
and so many sillies —
my kip is my home
and my home is my kip
and we are kips together
on the same team
[la même équipe]
and we always will be
with love
ten years
it feels too long
and not long enough
like we just got married this morning
but also we’ve been wedded for a hundred thousand years
i know you so well
and
i’m learning you every day
and i love this adventure we’ve got going
and just started
and i cannot
cannot
cannot wait
for tomorrow
and the next ten
or ten million
years by your side
kip is home!
kip is back!
literally
everyone
in this house
[including kip]
is so happy they are home!
the puppy snoofed and kissed and croodled
the cat hasn’t left the couch by kip’s side
for more than a few minutes
and i have been in a far more
relaxed state
feeling more like myself
with my kip by my side
[and kip feels the same
with me by theirs]
it’s so strange and beautiful to have found
this wonderful little family
the kip
is gone
[to france
to maybe find
a better future
for both of us]
and while the kip is gone
the other kip…pines
and misses
and sleeps less
but gets more chores done
and the one, single, solitary thing
that i can fully enjoy
only
when the kip is away
is brewing cotton candy coffee
and letting that smell
permeate
the whole household
[but they’ve been relatively ok with it lately
even when they’re here, so now i’m just
sitting around
missing them
until they
come
home]
this morning’s
morning pages
are going quite
stiltedly
but at least we
are kips
in a kip house
at a kip table
with kip pets
all around us
about to eat some
kip breakfast day
friday the thirteenth
fridays the thirteenth
friday the thirteenths
fridays the thirteenths
any way you say it
we’re married because of it
[and i’m so happy with it,
even after all these years]
nine years
married
a married-a-versary
[in this world we’re living in]
but
queer joy is resistance
and showing resilience
and we can do it
while also
using our privilege to help others
in our
community
the spouse
and i
have begun evening exercises
with video game kickboxing.
and we love it,
for strength/
for cardio/
for cute couple-y things to do together
in the privacy of our own home
(so no one can judge
our sweaty-red faces
but each other)//
but the cutest thing
about this endeavor
is that, due to game limitations,
lack of working controllers,
and opposite busted shoulders,
kip and i play as one person—
me on the right
kip on the left—
to share in the successes
and failures
of our one digital avatar.
and if that isn’t a perfect example
of disgustingly cute gay love,
i don’t know what is.
listening to lovely music
(modern classical, in case you’re interested)
chatting with my Kip over coffee
about workers and wages
and contemporary conveniences
and whether ‘nobody wants to work anymore’ rhetoric
came out of union slander
or not
a regular morning in this
household
the two kips
unfocused
in two different ways
someone help someone write something
(sometimes you just need to fumble over words
at each other
making the other person laugh
before you come up with the
perfect plan
and go back to writing
immédiatement)
kipventures 