Ethan and I have been together for over five years now. We were married on December 6th, 2008, when we decided that we’d been best friends and lovers for long enough that we might as well make it official.
Our friend Dave presided over the wedding, and one of the best men was a cardboard standup.
He enjoys Hank III/Assjack, Johnny Cash, The Vindictives, FEAR, The Dwarves, Suicidal Tendencies, Gogol Bordello and Green Jello.
We’ve been through a million ups and downs and each day I’m with him is pretty much guaranteed to A. be a struggle, and B. be totally worth it.
Our relationship is based on anarchy, non-judgementalism and honesty. We both make mistakes and always will.
Our relationship is not bordered by mother culture, nor do we follow a lot of common relationship “rules”. We instead live our lives jointly yet independently, with our best attempts at respect, with both of our sharp sarcastic tongues. We share equal roles, taking turns stepping up when the other is struggling, and allowing each other time for growth. He is the one who taught me what family is. Through him I learned what a father is. We don’t always have the same perspective, but we always talk (or fight!) through it, and even when we’re looking in opposite directions, we’re always standing back-to-back.