WANT. I have the green and beige one…

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During the day, we explored the barn and sites the country offers. At night, we all piled in a bed.

It was kind of magical.

Clark Kent and I returned home from Cassy’s farm with the warmest of warm feelings.  I have been an out lesbian for nine years, dated a shitload of women, had a big relationship before — but never had I experienced anything that made me feel so worth it.

My on-again, off-again Wendy saga was intense and it was an important experience for me — but her shame of our relationship and the whole keeping me in the closet thing kind of, y’know, eroded my ego and self-worth.

For two years, Wendy used to talk about her chalet and how it was her favourite place in the world — but she’d never take me.  She started new jobs, met new people — had no problem bringing them — but when it came to her girlfriend — I was just never really worthy of the invite. As you can imagine, she used to make me feel like a piece of shit.

Now, I’m all about family.  Family is my thing and it’s one of my biggest values — so when Cassy shared this part of her life with me and brought me up to meet the people who made her who she was, it meant the world to me.  I may or may not have gotten super emotional because of it all — in which, she turned to me and told me, you’re worth it.

I’m not exactly used to dating someone so awesome. Watching her interact with those she shares blood with — the way they show affection through recalling funny anecdotes and all those idiosyncrasies I thought were exclusively hers — well, turns out it’s derived from generations of great people.

After returning to the city and enjoying a sweet slumber, I woke up today with a smile and a heart that felt full again.

I am so hers. 

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All his bags are packed, he’s ready to go… #beagle

We found me this sweet new suitcase to keep my hoarding stuff in at Cassy’s favourite store up north. She got a Victorian window opener and some other weird whistle thing.

What? I love my stuff.

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…she loves the taste of homo. Or apple juice? Hard to say. #gay #homo (at cassy’s farm)

…only thing missing from this is my beagle.

This lil guy lives at the river cottage #pony #carousel (at Wasaga Beach 3 ( dogs allowed))