I suppose that title shouldn't quite read like that, since I married a girl six days ago. But that still is how it seems. On a bus today, on our honeymoon, we chatted briefly with a middle-aged couple, both women, about the weather and things like that. It occurred to me that I'm in "their category."
I've often said that I'm a straight girl with a girlfriend (or rather now wife). I don't say that to denigrate lesbians or any other non-straight group of people in the least; I just seem to be, well, mainstream. Not quite white-picket-fence, but close. I always figured I'd grow up and marry a boy, and instead I fell in love with a girl. It took awhile to get used to the idea, but she's most definitely more wonderful than a boy.
And so, according to society, I am now in a different category of people, be it the LGBT one, the marriage-destroying one, or the abnormal one. I don't feel any different. I feel pretty normal, actually: married, honeymooning, in love, the usual. Also per usual, rambling, after a very long yet wonderful day on my feet. I'm not sure if my thoughts are coherent, but it's nothing a nice warm bath can't fix.