Showing posts with label ltr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ltr. Show all posts

Monday, October 25, 2010

A Toast from the CEO

The LTR is at a business retreat at a beautiful resort in the Laurel Highlands of Pennsylvania and I'm along for the ride as significant others are welcome. The fact that the world has evolved enough so that the LTR could bring his same sex partner to a business function is remarkable in and of itself. But, it gets better.

At the opening reception the LTR and I were talking with a clutch of his colleagues that included his CEO. Someone asked us how long we'd been together. When we answered 23 years, the CEO proclaimed it remarkable and made a toast to us. This boggles my mind: my partner's employer, openly celebrating our same sex relationship at a business function.


It wasn't like that 23 years ago. Then, we, like most gay professionals, carefully hid everything about our relationship. We scrubbed our casual talk of pronouns like "we" lest we invite scrutiny into who "we" was. When we moved in together we carefully constructed the fiction of being "roommates." When family would visit one bedroom was set up as a decoy to show we weren't more than the fiction of platonic roomies. We would carefully clean the house of any pictures or mementos that might have suggested something more intimate was going on. Like many other gay couples going through the same thing, we called this "straightening up" the house (and I know some gay couples still go through the same thing). Such paranoia was born out of the fear that we could be fired or disowned if the truth came out. Hiding our relationship required a great deal of emotional energy and thought. If it sounds like we lived in fear, it's true. We did.


Now, nearly a quarter of a century later, we're no longer hiding. We're attending a company function as a couple and the CEO is raising his glass to our relationship.


And that's a whole lot better than the way it used to be.


Tuesday, February 03, 2009

A Sign

I want to hang a sign around the LTR's neck for all to see (especially his colleagues) that says:

"Hello. I am a paranoid hypochondriac. Any comment you make that implies -- intentionally or not -- that I don't look 100% A-OK will send me in a panic to my doctor."

Comments like, "Hey, are those dark circles under your eyes?"

Monday, January 05, 2009

What They Say and What They Mean

After being in a relationship with someone for more than two decades you really do almost learn to read minds.

For example, I came home tonight and, while changing from my bike clothes, plugged my iPod into the radio alarm next to the bed and turned it on. On random play it was Julie Andrews singing "If I Loved You" from Carousel. The LTR comes in and says, "I need to set the alarm, I'm sleeping in tomorrow...oh I can't set it while that bitch is singing" and walked out.

Actually, he verbalized "while she is singing." The "that bitch" was silent.

Friday, February 22, 2008

A Conversation

Between my partner (the LTR) and I when I picked him up from work tonight:

LTR: I need to go to the store this weekend.

Me: Really?

LTR: Yeah. We're running out of staples.

Me: Yeah, and we don't want a bunch of loose paper lying around the house.


Ya know, it takes a special man to live with me for 20 years...