Today, E.S. and I will finish making the gay gingerbread house we’ve been working on. (Fear not, photos will be posted.)
Tomorrow, we will go to New Jersey for Christmas.
Let me clarify: tomorrow, we will go to the house of his parents (whom I’ve never met before) in New Jersey for Christmas.
I’m spending Christmas with his parents. Compared to this, the use of the word “boyfriend” pales into insignificance.
Let’s hope I can manage not to flee the country in terror before then.
Of course, since the national threat level was raised on Sunday from Elevated to High, fleeing the country may no longer be an option for those of us who aren’t straight upper-middle class WASP Republicans.
Merry Christmas, everybody.