Flowers and Carving Pumpkins

I think romance is a bit like comedy – very subjective. What one person thinks is romantic another might not.

In the heteronormative world I existed in before, receiving flowers was a sure sign you were being romanced, but it is in many ways considered a bit cliché. There is a lot of pressure to come up with unique romantic gestures.

Cliché or not, I love getting flowers, especially if the bouquet was specifically selected to include my favorite flower, lilies. I’m thrilled that I didn’t have to give that up.   

Mainstream media has this tendency to show the LGBT community as strictly a hook-up culture. Since I didn’t have a lot to go on when I started this journey, I was really worried about that. I longed for romance and intimacy.

Not that I have any objection to sex, I’m a big fan, and my libido seems to be in overdrive now that I’m actually experiencing orgasms despite being middle-aged. But I digress, more on that in later posts.

As you know, intimacy and sex are very different things. If I had to choose between the two, I would pick intimacy every time. Sex is literally just a physical, biological act. But intimacy touches your mind and your soul. Having that with someone feels like a miracle. And if you get to share mind blowing sex too, BONUS!

(Um, wow, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have to choose one or the other.)

Anyway, I recently had a lovely romantic date. There were flowers, dinner, candlelight and even chocolate. The dinner was take-out, the chocolate was hot cocoa, and the candles were inside the pumpkins that we spent the evening carving while we talked. It was sweet and wonderful and intimate and touched my soul.

I love this life I’m living.  I’m very optimistic about the future. And yes, I do know how lucky I am.

Be well my friends.