Marriage Equality.

It really does feel like a huge part of my future is hanging in the balance today as I sit here listening to the marriage equality debate. Today I'm at home with my ill girlfriend. She has stolen my dressing gown. She has her own. It's a perfectly good dressing gown, but she steals mine every day nonetheless. We are sitting around eating Doritos and drinking Irn Bru since we're having a dietary day off of sorts. I've spent about three years being utterly dedicated to that dressing gown thieving woman. My hope is that one day I'll be able to marry her. I then hope we'll have several children and we'll raise them to be awesome. If our sons want to do ballet or our daughters want to do football: we won't give a fuck. If they want to do it and we can afford it, we'll support them. We'll hopefully grow old together. Maybe I'll write books and she'll design the covers. We'll stay as devoted, dedicated and kick ass as we are now. During the time we've been together we've seen relationships start and end. It's odd to think that if our heterosexual friends wanted to get married they could do it on a whim, whereas we may not be allowed to despite so much time together, working on this relationship. I just want to wear a big, stupid dress (don't worry guys, it'll be rad. I doubt I'll wear a full white gown. That'd be too shocking) and stand up to celebrate my commitment to the dressing gown stealing woman I adore. I feel incredibly anxious today, but also hopeful. I'm really hoping people can focus on the wants and needs of the people, not their own views.

If you ever need an explanation for who I am today, my father should be presented as Exhibit A.

I feel sorry for everyone who isn't me or my father and doesn't get to be a part of the ridiculous emails and verbal smack downs that go on between us. 

Also the bastard went to get a potentially cancerous growth on the back of his hand looked at this week. Could've been skin cancer. It’s been checked, it’s not cancerous, but the old man has some pretty rad stitches in place. If he’s not telling people he got it in a bar fight or wrestling wolves then I am so disappointed.