The Ease of Same

I guiltily admit to taking whole acres of my life for granted. As a woman married to a woman, my life is wildly easier than it was when I shared time and space with a man.

For instance, while navigating the airport today as we trekked on a long-overdue vacation, I didn't have to dump my bags with the Hubby outside the restroom, because Wife brought them along and we took turns using the facilities, sharing a large stall and protecting our gear while keeping it conveniently at hand. She also conscientiously assisted in the parsing of belongings (hers and mine) through the security station, without being asked. She never wandered away without telling me where she was going. She didn't become hypnotized by the sports game on the TV in the restaurant. She asked for a quiet table because she knew neither of us enjoys the blare of the TV combined with the jabber of small children. I did not have to carry more than my fair share of the bags and luggage. I did not have to wonder if she washed her hands after the toilet. I was spared the territorial lunge as we queued up to board the plane. I didn't have to take the center seat on the plane to allow The Man more room to stretch and spread his meatier legs and dangly bits.

I resolve to be more aware of how good my life is, how much more soothing and easy it is, to share my intimate space with a woman. This country may deprive us of common rights and disparage our relationship, but that doesn't change the reality that Same Sex is often less fractious and more loving. In this stressed-out culture and conflict-stepped world, this is a priceless gift.