So, after breaking it off with our respective emotionally exhausting exes, Jenn and I spent some time engaged in conversations that went something like, “If only I could date someone who wasn’t emotionally retarded!” and “If only someone was interested in me who understood my need to write!” and “If only I could date someone I could really relax around and feel safe with!” and “If only I could date someone who understood me!”
And so on and so on and so on.
And you know, at some point, we looked at each other and were like, “Well, duh.”
So, after much disucussion, we decided to date *each other*.
Like, yes, for real.
I – identifying as “mostly straight” – was the real variable here, but to my non-surprise, the relationship has worked out on all fronts for some time now.
Now *there’s* a Clarion bedroom pairing none of my classmates bet on.
We’ve started the relationship knowing it’ll end when and if I move to Edmonton or when and if she gets her job – wherever it may be (I’d really like to try and join the Peace Corps if Edmonton turns me down). It’s the first time I’ve started a relationship with someone that wasn’t built on the stifling, “WE MUST LIVE TOGETHER FOREVER AND FALL ON OUR SWORDS IF THINGS DON’T WORK OUT,” thing.
So it’s really nice. It’s the first time I’ve been in a relationship where I don’t feel like I’m suffocating all the time and/or fighting for my independence and the right to change my mind.
Jenn and I have liked each other for some time. By the time I was ready to broach the subject, she was dating K, and when she broke up with K, I was still with B.
Timing was always really off, and there’s the friendship side to consider. I don’t exactly have a great track record with my exes.
Anyway, here’s a short Q&A for longtime readers:
Q: So, Kameron, have you “turned gay”?
A: No. I’ve always been “mostly” straight. That “mostly” gives me some wiggle room. It just so happens Jenn is one of those few women I’m attracted to. I still don’t consider myself a lesbian feminist boxer. heh heh
Q: Do you now Identify as bisexual?
A: No, though it’s hypocritical not to when you’re lying in bed with a woman. It’s just a weird category for me. It doesn’t fit right. Jenn calls me bisexual, because yes, it’s really stupid to be in bed with a girl and talk about how “straight” you are. Really stupid. Give me some slack, people.
Q: How long have you been hot on Jenn?
A: About two years, but I didn’t want to screw up the friendship.
And so on and so on and so on.
In any case, I’m very happy, and rumor has it, Jenn is very happy too. Happier than we’ve been in a long, long, time I think.
It’s nice.
I’m also getting a lot of writing done, which is also nice. I was uncertain as to whether I could both write *and* have a relationship, and it appears they are not mutually exclusive things.
I’ve just dated spastic people.
And Jenn, of course, is not spastic.
Which is nice.
Now we just need to get some cats. Or is it lesbians and dogs?
In any case, I have an interesting life.
