Dinner with Women Who Are Not My Wife

I couldn’t express my annoyance with this in only 140-characters, so here’s a short blog post:

For his part, Mike Pence is also very, very committed to ensuring that there’s never even the slightest appearance of impropriety with regards to his marriage. To achieve such a feat, Pence reportedly won’t have dinner alone with a woman who is not his wife; he also won’t attend any events where alcohol is served unless Karen is by his side. 

 For the record: I’m really, really close with my wife. I love hanging out with her. I also love having dinner with female friends alone. Okay, being a former English major I otherwise would’ve starved alone in my room…

Seriously, some of my best friendships are based on having dinner – drinks included. Many of those nights felt intimate, sometimes we even talk about intimate topics – and yet, I don’t cheat on my wife. Penceites must be so confused. 

I even think that having dinner with women who are not my wife make me a better husband/man/person. Through these 1-on-1 dinners and talks I get to hear stories and perspectives from women who are different than my wife (or mother) and this helps me being less ignorant. Less clueless when it comes to women’s issues in general. When I see how Pence and his ilk talk about women, their healthcare, and sexuality, I’d recommend that they have dinner with women who are not their wife more often. This whole thing is completely absurd once you add the fact that gender isn’t a binary and not all people are heterosexual. 

Not coincidentally, the combination of pity and disgust I have for men who can’t see women as anything else than temptation is similar to the combination of pity and disgust I have for the Trump Administration.

The presence of love does not in itself argue
for either equality of status nor fullness of communication.

Hacker, Helen Mayer. “Women as a Minority Group.” Social Forces 30.1 (1951): 64. 

Hand in hand they
lost each other
between sips of foam
and swirls of caramel.

Crisis at Starbucks

I wrote another poem. Might be my longest one so far. 
And hey – did you know that I have a facebook page for my experiments in poerty? 

One old couple
holding hands
on the park bench where
you kissed me for the first time
– carefully –
not spilling a drop
of the coffee I bought.

Clarity & Chaos: One Bench.

The beginning of a new poem I published at my other site.

my radical poly genderqueer special person and i call each other…

champagnecandy:

loveandzombies:

queerinnature:thiefofwords:transcending-anatomy:

accomplices ❤

That is awesome. 

This is the bestest thing ever! I want an accomplice! 😀

YES.

amazing. my friend, in his wedding vows, said that when he and his lady were moving into their apartment and had to fill out a form explaining their “relationship to one another” he wanted to put “partners in crime.” which I love so much more than just “partner.”

Brilliant.