08/16/25

We got up this morning to go volunteer at Other Options. Morty and I have a nice, easy day there. And I get to tell Kris about Morty. She was the first positive adult role model that I had. When I came out, my friend brought me to YGLA to meet other gay kids and Kris was leading that. She helped me through my first heartbreak. Years passed and we were out of contact but now we are reconnecting through Other Options. I told her about how I feel like my life has changed and that the first thing I’m going to do when I get a job is save up for a ring, and whatever other money I need to make sure the proposal is special and unforgettable. She said she was so happy that I am riding on this wave of intoxicating love and that I deserve to feel this way. She said the best piece of advice she ever got was to wait 90 days until making a big decision together. I think back about how in previous relationships things have moved too quickly and they fell apart. I think it is sound advice since I have to wait a while to save up money anyway. 

During the pantry, Morty and I talk about different ideas we could do for dinner together. I love planning dinners together. I’m not anxious about if he will actually show up or that I have to impress him so that he will stay. This feels like a real adult relationship. I think this is what a healthy relationship feels like. I’ve never had one, so I’m not sure. It is still new to me but so exciting at the same time. 

We go over to Morty’s place after grabbing some groceries. We soon have another great sex session. This time with naughty talk. I told him to call me Daddy and that he was a Good Boy. In the shower we talked about how it felt and that it was exciting and felt natural. I am so happy that I feel safe enough to explore this without being afraid of being judged or feel weird. 

After showering, we pick out promise rings. A wooden and resin ring that has some moss in it. Nothing super fancy but I love how grounded in nature it is. We talk more about us and cry more. We said we are ride or die together, forever. Or not at all. But I won’t say that last part out loud. 

Oh, and he is giving me the life I have dreamed of. We are making a plan to save up for a vacation to Disneyworld for our one year anniversary. I think he knows that I plan to propose, so I will have to find a way to make it really special. 

The plan for two year anniversary is to be able to move into a house of our own. Then after we are stable, I can work on going back to school. I want to get my LCSW and have my own practice. It will be called Blunt Therapy. When Morty and I were talking about some of his past, I was just blunt and said the situation as I saw it. I told Morty to his face that he had poor boundaries in that relationship. But then we also had positive feedback about the situation, too. I want to be able to be a therapist that will just say it how it is, and not have to worry about being so politically correct. The therapist you need, not the one you want. Maybe a different catchphrase. lol

After Blunt Therapy is established, I would like to offer clients for special sessions. There would be signed consent from the client explaining that I would be high and they were welcome to drink or get high while we have a session. And hopefully when life gets to that point, the political atmosphere will be better. (and hopefully it will be on the 5th or 6th anniversary when we move to Oregon.)

While making dinner, Morty realized he didn’t have a can opener. I told him he should introduce himself to his neighbor and ask to use theirs. He was uncomfortable with the idea. Old Harpyr would be too. But I asked if he wanted me to do it and I went off without hesitation. I knocked on two doors but nobody answered so I came back unsuccessful, but another step to being a more confident and happy me. 

In desperation, I ask if Morty has any tools and he gets out a toolbox. I proceeded to struggle for over 5 minutes trying to use wire cutters to try to cut a hole open in the can. It was difficult and I would have given up long before if it was just for me. But I told Morty I was going to make sloppy joes for dinner and I was going to make sure I made him dinner. He tried to sneak a picture of my struggle but just got a picture of me looking up and realizing he was taking a picture. He said that it was a core memory for him. I love making new memories with him. 

Also, Morty was trying to tell me about his ex best friend but kept having to have asides to give backstory. I was high and having trouble following what he was saying and I finally said, “I need a chart.” So, he breaks out his iPad and starts drawing a timeline with pictures and notes. I actually was able to understand so much better that way. I love that he was willing to go through the effort of doing that so I could understand instead of just saying never mind.