On this day in 2001, Kevin and I invited Chad to become part of our relationship.

The invitation came by way of a few dozen roses, a sticky-sweet CD and an over-designed, riveted together, little booklet assembling thoughts and images which expressed our love, anxiety and desire to create a family. The “production” was wrapped with care and sent via our courier service to his work…. We sat on our hands and waited…

That evening once he got off work he came over, he already had a key, and the first word out of his mouth was “yes”.

We’ve been together ever since.

I can’t explain why or how it works. If you talk to others in successful triads – you’ll get the same dumbfounded response.

There’s a sort of galvanizing you go through when you decide to abandon convention. Coming out is difficult enough. To ask your friends and family to accept that you’ve chosen to spend your life with two people is even more difficult. (for you AND them).

The irony sticks in my throat whenever I catch any of the recent hoopla over the hot-topic of gay marriage. Whatever the outcome will be – we’ll be unaffected.

While some of the legal rights extended to “married” couples would be nice – there’s other means to the same end.

The galvanization I speak of leaves me indifferent and somewhat smug compared to our more activist-inclined brothers and sisters in the gay community.

I’m thankful we live in a country where I’m not taken out the town square and lynched because I’m physiologically wired to be attracted to the same gender.

I don’t require across-the-board validation.

Leave us be.

Let us live and love.

Let me die in their arms.

Let me not blog about this.