Socially Unacceptable Post 61: Friend

One night, my friend stayed over
We laughed, and drank and ordered
Something about her drew me in
What? It’s totally platonic

Little Miss Perfect by Write Out Loud

To my mother:

I know you think that Marie is just a friend since she’s a girl and all, and I just wanted you to know, you are right. And since you have wanted to know what I have been up to recently, I’ll let you know.

Lots of kissing. My friend Marie is absurdly pretty, and like any good friend would, I kiss her. In a friendly-sort of way. On the lips. And elsewhere. Chastely of course. And she kisses me.

And as besties, we cuddle and watch anime together.

Oh, did I mention I like physical touch now? I am a clingy girlfriend. Straight girlfriend, I mean. Clothes are of course considered optional.

Oh yes, and even though I am going to marry this girl in 2024, do not be concerned. It is the fashion these days to marry good friends. For tax purposes, for instance. It doesn’t have to be romantic.

Moving in with her was clearly a great way to solidify our friendship, but I have found that an even better way is to sleep in the same bed. You know it gets so cold in Florida, it’s kind of necessary.

So yes, Marie is my friend. My best friend. I’ve heard in every good romantic relationship, your lover should be your best friend. In a way, you were correct all along. My fiancée, the girl I love, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, is my beloved friend.

Post 61 in Socially Unacceptable: The Daily Life of a Queer Schizophrenic Wreck (2022)

This is an autobiographical series about my life, something I have wanted to do for a long time. I intend to add new content daily.

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