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February 22, 2006
Foamers for Life...Maybe
Two things on my mind that have recently confused me:
1) Memory foam: Too good for its own good?
Rafe's brother was in town this weekend and somehow got a free memory foam mattress topper when he bought his mattress and, knowing that we sleep on a ten year old futon, was kind enough to let us have it. Where this futon we've been sleeping on originally came from is a mystery but sleeping on it is like sleeping on concrete. Last week, I woke up and I could not turn my head left...nor right, nor up, nor down. That was a problem. So this topper, you might guess, is a Godsend. Or...is it? I find myself unable to move my body out of bed when my alarm clocks goes off. If I had less morning willpower than I do, which trust me is not a lot, I would just not get up, ever. Once you get into your groove for the night, that's it baby, just try and pry yourself off the fucker come morning. It's like ripping a bandaid off of a hairy arm. While I enjoy not feeling my bones ache with the intensity they once did, I'm a bit weirded out by the foam. Everyone raves about it a bit too passionately. OOHH YOU HAVE THE FOAM? I HAVE THE FOAM! (knowing glances exchanged) It's like a cult. But I think I like it.
2) Domestic Partnerships: What the hell were we thinking?
Actually, I know what we were thinking. We were thinking, Hooray, Debbie can get health insurance! It was never just a joke on Aetna but on the other hand, I mean technically we are domestic partners, in that we share a home and are partners, but we weren't taking the thing too seriously. We went down to City Hall, signed some papers, took a lame digital photo of us kissing, went to work, then went out a nice dinner. That was that. But now it's turned into a sort of a gay-marriage-but-for-a-straight-couple ceremony.
We're having a party soon and while yes, we're the ones going around saying we're official partners, we're not sure what this all means. We were just innocently proclaiming our love. Friends are inquiring about a registry. And will there be rings? Who will walk me down the isle? While several people very close to us are getting married soon and wedding fever has struck all our peers it seems, we're not right there right now. We are celebrating our love pure and simple, sans labels (um, except for that Domestic Partnership label) We are simply having a party in a lounge to celebrate this, in addition our impending voyage to Honduras. On a side note, to add to the gayness of our partnership status, we just found out the venue we want to have the party at is now a gay bar. But no matter. We can have our DP party in a gay bar, we're down with that.
Speaking of gay things, last night we went to Galapagos for the Gayronic Art Jam. Laura was performing with her group, the fabulously funny "The Lesbian Overtones." It was a fun time but when I came home, that's when I pretty much freaked out, along the lines of: What does it mean to be domestic partners? Is this what people do who don't want to get married? Why is everyone getting married anyway? What does this say about us? What are doing? Where are we going? AHHHHH!!!! But then, with some help, I calmed down. We're ok. We love each other. We are in a very good place. We are watching our relationship grow. And that is something great and to be thankful for.
So I guess I'm not confused after all. I'm enjoying my memory foam and I am comfortable with my relationship. All is well.
Posted by debbie at February 22, 2006 11:08 AM
Comments
You might want to check out the memory foam discussion going on over at Apartment Therapy:
http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/022106/good-questions/good-questions-is-memory-foam-good-for-sex-006598
The link address really says exactly what the conversation is about so I won't warn you before you go there...
Posted by: tina at February 27, 2006 1:49 PM