Life is continuing on as per normal -- club nights, babysitting nights, times where I've felt very connected, times where I've felt very disconnected, nothing I feel the need to dissect at the moment. We were briefly scheming about an orgy with all of G&E's partners, but for various reasons that's not gonna work out.
One neat thing, though. I gave Eric a ride back to his place tonight. On the way there, I yelled a sarcastic piece of encouragement at another driver who was being an ass. Eric yelled to the driver "Don't listen to him!" For the record, the other driver couldn't hear us, the windows were rolled up, we were just entertaining ourselves.
He called me "him". o_0
It was obviously an accident, and I'm almost certain he doesn't even know that he did it. But I felt... oddly *seen*, in that moment. It'd be hard to really explain without going into the long story of how I feel about my gender. Suffice it to say that, while I'm not trans, it means a lot to me to be able to think that my gender isn't what's important about me when it comes to my interpersonal relationships.
Me, 30ish bi female, been doing solo poly for roughly 5 years. Gia, Clay, and Pike, my partners. Davis, ex/friend/"it's complicated." Eric, Gia's husband. Bee, Gia and Eric's toddler.