We got married.
Now, we honeymoon in Ireland.
Here is the 2017 packing list for all you gender non-binary, queers and the LGBTQ clothing lines that helped me stay stylish while traveling!
First, I graduated to rolling luggage, y’all. Our backpacking days aren’t over, but it’s time for the travel glow up. Gay-friendly, TJ Maxx is THE best place to get luggage and other travel necessities. It’s there, I purchased by Samsonite and my leather Calvin Klein toiletry bag. Not a budget bag, but well worth it is the Professional Slim Laptop Backpack from eBags. I will be using this for my carryon. It’s compact, lots of compartments, keeps my computer secure, and slides onto my luggage handle.
13 Days in Ireland –
- Jacket – BauBax windbreaker.
- 3 T-shirts – Tom Boi white t-shirt, Revel & Riot “Smash the Binary,” Revel & Riot “Queers for Fears”
- 1 Collared Short Sleeve – Peau De Loup
- 1 Flannel – Peau De Loup
- Boots – Clarks
- Walking shoes – Vans
- Crew Neck Sweat Shirt – Gaylien
- Wool Cap – Wild Fang
- Cap, Socks, Undies – Tom Boi
- Binder – My Double Design
- Watch – MVMT
- Carry On Bag – eBags
I’m Constance and I’m a serial monogamist. The lull between relationships lasts a couple months (weeks) before I’m back to creating a life with someone that mimics as closely to marriage as possible. I go all in. I’m certain if I were straight, I’d be on my 5th marriage and have at least one child with all five baby daddies. My mother says she doesn’t understand. She’s certain my brother and I got more than enough love growing up. Basically, mom wants to know, “WHY YOU SO THIRSTY???”
I don’t know mom, I do not know.
Let’s explore me this series. I’ll take you through each of my relationships and why I chose to love who I loved and how that love was lost.
My road to finding romance didn’t start until after my freshman year in college. Up until then, I was trying to find a husband and kissing gross boys for no reason other than I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. Boys made me feel insecure and I had no idea how to be romantic with them. To this day, I still have questions concerning how to give a proper HJ.
My first love was Jennifer. She’s a super shorty, I think she may have described herself as qualifying little person status… legally.
But y’all, she was a fake little person hottie. As small as she was, her brain was massive. Her intellect was genius level and I was bout it bout it.
We were introduced by a mutual friend and for weeks, we spent hours at the same coffee house studying and smoking cigarettes. Nothing romantic, no flirting, not even an ounce of sexual tension existed between us. But for some reason, I think the both of us felt like we were supposed to be together but didn’t know how to get it started.
We ended up sharing our first kiss at a Halloween party at a gay club in Austin, TX. Then we went back to being study buddies and Chipotle dinner mates. One night after watching TV with her and our friend John, I decided to tell her we could just be friends with no expectations and went back to my dorm room. The next day, we all met up for food and instead of going back to her room, she let everyone know at the table, she would be hanging out with me that night. She was such a bold little lady. I accepted and our marriage began that evening.
I’ve always described our relationship as one that started too young. We weren’t even 21 but we were domestic AF. We would weekend at outlet malls and pack work lunches for each other that always consisted of couscous.
We were great together, actually. We talked a lot, were ambitious in our goals, and understood each others needs. The only real reason our relationship ended was our (my) age and (my) lack of experience. When I say experience I mean, I needed more notches on my belt. Being with Jennifer was a sexual awakening for this new baby dyke.
Yes, folks. I broke up with Jennifer to sleep with other people. She was devastated, especially after I slept with her ex-girlfriend… the second notch on my belt. Remember how I said I was very goal oriented? Notch number two refused my marriage proposal and forced me to move onto girlfriend #2.
I chose Jennifer because she was the first smart, cute girl to look my way and give me smooches. That sounds terrible but that’s not why I stayed with her for 2 years. I chose to stay with Jennifer because she had so much goodness inside her and she was very generous to the people around her.
Jennifer was great with friends and family, and treated me like her #1. She was reliable and I trusted her with all my being. All of this was apparent because we immediately went from lovers to friends. That transition was seamless and today we are still friends. She is lovely and now has a beautiful family with baby 2 on the way.
To be continued…