Every good story has a beginning, and we had a good beginning. Meeting my roommate is a story in and of itself, but to be here today, living together.....well I never saw it coming. Maybe in time we will get to our back stories, but for now this is where we are.
In January of 2010 I started moving my stuff into our, what I would like to call "Penthouse Suite on Main", in Brookings, South Dakota. It took me all month to get moved in and I love the apartment, though it needed a lot of TLC when we started. It is now home, a place of comfort, smiles and crazy roommates. We are both eccentric and it works for us.
Amazingly after being here for 2 weeks full time, though I don't have a job yet, the apartment is clean. We are tidy folks. I do dishes, we share in the cooking and tidying. He makes me coffee in the mornings before he leaves for class. I try to make sure he has food to eat. I am a great house wife, and he will be a great reference if I ever start dating.
I am a 30 year old woman, who lives with a gay man. I am far from domestic on the outside, I am a bi-sexual Dominatrix for goodness sakes. I enjoy being pampered and waited on, but I have a generous and loving heart and get enjoyment out of taking care of others and my roommate is reaping the benefits of my secret domestic life and skills. I find it funny, I am wild and eccentric, a hopeless romantic, Dominant, submissive.....just cuntastically chaotic:) I love being me and hope one day to find someone who loves my eccentricities and can be my best friend, lover and rock. I want to accentuate someone's life as they light up mine. But yes the point is, my super secret super power is that of a 1950's housewife. Give me a cute dress, heels, an apron and pearl necklace and well....*smile*.....need I say more, that is one fetish I will not deny.
I believe that I enjoy being domestic here because I feel appreciated for my efforts for the first time. My roommate says thank you and shares in the work. Now I also believe that cosmically we were probably twins in another life or something and that this relationship would not work if we were interested in each other sexually in any way. Luckily, he is scared of vagina and I am scared of where his penis has been....LOL (He is going to hate me for that....I love you J.!) But that comment in itself is our relationship....we can say the nastiest things to each other, smile, say I love you, laugh and move on. I have seen him cry (over Dr. Who of all things) and he has seen me through the tragic yet inevitable end of a marriage. Maybe we are both a little co-dependent emotionally, well things happen for a reason and here we are, making it work.
Here is a toast (champagne and strawberries) to our new lives, new apartment, our clean and domestic tendencies, and the lovers, laughs and leagues of memories we are going to make.
*CHEERS*
C. Wilde
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