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
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]
a silly delicious homemade pizza
a silly, hilarious homemade ttrpg
a brutal cliffhanger ending
and i can’t wait to go back to play
to see what’s going on in this
[home]brewed up story
nails painted
the day after the wedding,
so they don’t necessarily fit
the color scheme of the bridal party ‘fits,
but it does feel like
a week-long homage to a lovely wedding
a lovely day
and a lovely kind of love
[congrats, my protégays,
on your beautiful bug gay wedding]
can i
can i
write a little bit
before we
run
run
run
wedding
prep
being married
celebration
so exciting
so nervous
so much to do
and i don’t know how to help
so hopefully i can just
be
there
and help like
that
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
every time
we see a thirteen
in the date, we have to say:
“gasp! happy manniversary!”
even if it’s not a friday
even if it’s not in may
because every thirteenth
is our favorite day
[even when they don’t go so well,
or we don’t really celebrate
our anniversary
that day]
and we need a little more
joy
in our lives these days
[so here’s to
eight years
and eight months
of marriage!]
kipventures 