Being Plural in Public

I just didn’t think about it.

I’m pretty affectionate in public and I simply don’t think about how it could be perceived by others until I have this moment of shock, clarity, and realization that we are not a “normal” family.

Joshua sometimes goes on business trips. When he flies back into town the rest of us like to meet him at the airport. Everyone loves watching for him and being the first to call out when they see him come down the escalator to baggage claim where we are all waiting for him.

The last time we did this, He kissed both Charlotte and me upon greeting.

I then had this moment of “Whoa! what did we just do?”

His coworkers had come in on the same flight. He had not told them about our family. If they saw, what would they think? More importantly, what would they do? There is a law here in Utah making my marriage illegal. Potential reprucussions, although unlikely, huge.

We have this happen every so often in public. Affection in public shown to both wives and I don’t think about it when it happens, and then I look around and see people avert eyes, or stare. It gets all weird. I just want to live my life. I don’t want to be a spectacle.

2 thoughts on “Being Plural in Public

  1. Once or twice in my life I’ve seen two women kissing in public. I stared because its unusual. I didn’t judge them, nor would I judge a man hugging and kissing two or more women. But it is rare, so I would look. I think I’d smile.

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    1. That’s a good way of putting it.

      Once I saw two beautiful women dressed in bridal gowns on the shuttle in Zion National Park. Of course, my first thought was a plural wedding, but nope, it was a lesbian wedding.

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