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A three year old child in my family ripped all the labels off all the canned goods in the cupboard circa 1980. For privacy reasons thy shall remain nameless.

For months my Mom would open mystery cans and make dinners out of whatever happened to be inside. A peach could become a variety of things, peach cobbler, a smoothie....cereal topping. 

But still, a peach is inherently a peach. 

Because of the hilarity of mystery dinner nights I cannot deny the convenience of labels.

For canned goods.

As long as I am being a good person and genuine it shouldn't matter who I am dating. The people who matter the most know I am an individual person separate from who I am in a relationship with.

And my sexual orientation isn't the only glue in a real friendship. 

oui. so it seems.

I decided when I moved and started this blog last June that I would live a 100% true life.
It's a promise to myself I take very seriously.
I'm not ashamed of anything I've done. Ever. Including this.
I spent 5 YEARS hiding my romantic relationships with women.
(the amount of effort it took to keep this secret was quite immense, in hindsight I reeeeaaaaally should have not given a damn and should have been like, "HEY! MEET MY PARTNER! TOTAL BABE, AMIRIGHT?!)

People do actually get struck by lighting sometimes haha

....so, I guess me dating this guy fits into that category. 

And, lastly, I would like to point out that there are a lot of letters in LGBTQ.

Soooo, I'm going to see how this goes.
Because I want to.

Later we can classify this together!
Under either "Romantic tragedy/hilarious mistakes that make good dinner party stories"
or
"How I met your mother!"