I’m sure part of this is just a knee-jerk reaction from growing up in a big Mormon family in Utah as a tiny queer feminist and feeling out of place most of the time.
marriage
co-workers
He's my co-worker, he's my life partner, and he's a grown up, just like me.
clean things are nice
Why do I feel like a failure hiring a cleaning person? Heteronormative brainwashing? Have I not shaken the paranoid drug-house privacy thing?
