Having to talk about it
Yes, he was married to a man
He was married to a man
And now we’re dating
What is the big deal here?
People are fluid
They’re not solid
They’re not gas
They’re fluid
And just because one day you’re married to a man
And you’re a lawyer
And you live in San Diego
All of a sudden
It’s, like
Illegal
For you to be dating a woman
And running a vegan bakery
And living on a houseboat
I’m just really over it
To be honest with you
My boyfriend wears aubergine ties
And he used to be some guy’s husband
What is the problem?
Is there a problem?
I don't see a problem?
And people are always asking him--
'So, are you straight now?'
And they ask it with like--
This scrunched up forehead
Like--
Like they're History teachers or something
Asking if you studied for the test
It's like they want you to prove something
And my boyfriend
Does not have to prove anything
To anyone
It's, like, not his job
To go around checking all the boxes
The societal boxes
That are, like, filled with labels
And, like, need labeling
The boxes, I mean
They need to be labeled
Because god forbid
We have unlabeled boxes
Because it's not like this
Is a democracy or anything
It's just super frustrating
My boyfriend and I met
And, after a lifetime of loving men,
He was like--
Hey! How about this?
And I think that's awesome
Like, what
You've never gone your whole life
Not eating turnips
And then, like
Had somebody give you a turnip
In a salad or something
And then all of a sudden
You were like--
Fuck, this is a good turnip
Because I seriously doubt that
Stuff like that happens all the time
People are, like, totally uninterested in something
And then they, like, wake up one day and it's like--
I wanna make out
With a turnip
And who are we to say anything about that?
And, like, does it concern me?
Um, so many things concern me
But the fact that my boyfriend
Was married to a man
Is, like, not even top three
Top five?
Sure
But not top three
So please just keep your opinions
And your thoughts
And your prayers
To yourself
Because we are fine
My boyfriend is fine
He is fluid
And so am I
We are both fluids
Flowing through, um
Each other
Which is--
Sorry, that was kind of gross
But you get the idea
Love is not a rock
And it is not scissors
It is paper
It's, like, the best paper
In the world
And that's what I really
Wanted to say
Is there a problem?
I don't see a problem?
And people are always asking him--
'So, are you straight now?'
And they ask it with like--
This scrunched up forehead
Like--
Like they're History teachers or something
Asking if you studied for the test
It's like they want you to prove something
And my boyfriend
Does not have to prove anything
To anyone
It's, like, not his job
To go around checking all the boxes
The societal boxes
That are, like, filled with labels
And, like, need labeling
The boxes, I mean
They need to be labeled
Because god forbid
We have unlabeled boxes
Because it's not like this
Is a democracy or anything
It's just super frustrating
My boyfriend and I met
And, after a lifetime of loving men,
He was like--
Hey! How about this?
And I think that's awesome
Like, what
You've never gone your whole life
Not eating turnips
And then, like
Had somebody give you a turnip
In a salad or something
And then all of a sudden
You were like--
Fuck, this is a good turnip
Because I seriously doubt that
Stuff like that happens all the time
People are, like, totally uninterested in something
And then they, like, wake up one day and it's like--
I wanna make out
With a turnip
And who are we to say anything about that?
And, like, does it concern me?
Um, so many things concern me
But the fact that my boyfriend
Was married to a man
Is, like, not even top three
Top five?
Sure
But not top three
So please just keep your opinions
And your thoughts
And your prayers
To yourself
Because we are fine
My boyfriend is fine
He is fluid
And so am I
We are both fluids
Flowing through, um
Each other
Which is--
Sorry, that was kind of gross
But you get the idea
Love is not a rock
And it is not scissors
It is paper
It's, like, the best paper
In the world
And that's what I really
Wanted to say
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