“Don’t kiss me, my co-workers might see…”
I just dropped my husband off at the airport to fly to a conference. Before we left the house he asked that we do our kissing before we arrive at the airport, because some of his co-workers are really conservative. Half-awake I agreed. It didn’t matter to me one way or another. We don’t really show a lot of public displays of affection. However, it would be nice to not have to hide a moment of affection wondering who is around watching and judging.
We both come from a very liberal town. However, I grew up in a very conservative town. It was nice to get out of all that small town thinking and then I could be who I really was. A couple of years ago we get the idea to move to a smaller town a few hours north of us. It was touted as a progressive liberal city. We visited a few times and made the decision to move.
It took us a handful of months to realize that this was not the progressive liberal city we were told about. The elevator eyes in the stores. Oh, no two men shopping together. Going out to restaurants and always assuming by the waitstaff that the bill would be separate. The slight looks and the whispering, I could tell that this town couldn’t handle two men in a relationship. Head a few miles out of town and you have all the hardcore conservatives. There are some towns down the road where we won’t even get out of the car it’s that bad.
The good news in all of this is that we get to move back to our hometown, where no one cares, for the most part. There will always be conservatives and narrow-minded thinkers in every city, but the percentage is very low where we are from.
In two short weeks, I get to hold the hand of my husband in public again in the town we live in, and I get to kiss him where ever I want. We get to be who we truly are again.