Okay. I know I'm a surly grouch with lower social tolerance than most office butterflies. But in some small way I get the whole obnoxious twitter baizuo gay "ugh eww straight people" vibe at least a
little. When I go to an office Christmas party and the inevitable "how's the husband/wife/boy/girl/SO" conversation comes up, I internally wince when I give a man's name. Mostly because I know one of two things is going to happen: either I'll get an "ohhHHHooHHHoOOh....that's.....niiiiiice" from one of the dogged religious weirdos still hanging onto that position in the year of our Lord 20XX, or I'm in for 45 minutes of slurred spiked eggnog-fueled "OH that's so COOL I'm so happy that you feel COMFORTABLE saying that you know love is love and people are people and it's so great when people find who they love and it's so weird when people don't GET that".
Girl, I'm here for the bourbon and the cookies. Thank you for your support. I didn't need a pep talk on how heccin' valid my relationship is just because your niece is a lesbian and you know The Struggle