Think of your longest relationship: describe how your love has changed over time, did you go from the giddiness of infatuation, to mad passion, to deep respect, esteem, and friendship? Tell us about your love story.
It’s somewhat surreal for me to even find myself in my current relationship, simply due to the fact that this is my current relationship. I’ve never been with anybody as long as I have with Hulk, and it’s been something like six or seven years. Admittedly, it probably looks bad that I’m not even really sure how long we’ve been together, but in saying that, neither of us could work out our anniversary either, so we ended up negotiating the date and settling on a date in May.
Our relationship is something so completely different to any other relationship that I’ve ever had, probably due to the fact that it is so much more normal in comparison to any other relationship I’ve had previously – there’s only a couple of guys that I would consider of having been in a ‘relationship’ with… the others… well… it was more of a ‘casual’ kinda thing… How do I write that without making myself sounding like a man-whore? It’s not like there were many… only like two or three… if that. And you know what, they all turned out to be crazy. Like, batshit fucking crazy. God help me if I ever decide to write about those experiences… hehehe
As for Hulk and I… it’s just different. I think because it’s been consistent for so long, and we have that history behind us, and between us, where we know each other. We know how each other thinks, we know how each other works in almost every situation. We really have become a little married couple… just without the marriage.
We met through work when he was my manager and I just happen to be introduced to him. I didn’t even know that he was gay. I on the other hand, wore my sexual identity like a badge of honour. It didn’t take long after that initial meeting before we first met up outside work… then not long after that, we were standing in the street talking before he went home one night before he leant in and kissed me. We were standing under the street light, and I’d been wondering whether or not this moment was ever going to happen. I didn’t want to come on too strong as he wasn’t ‘out’ yet to many people, so wasn’t necessarily sure whether he was interested in like that.
…turns out he was.
From that innocent (and passionate kiss), we’ve lived together in two different apartments, and built a life together. Sometimes it spins me out that I’ve actually become this person living happily ever after with my faux-husband. But don’t for a second think that it’s been smooth sailing – we’ve certainly had our fair share of ups and downs and arguments over the years – just like any other couple – but I just consider them to be much worse because we’re both so incredibly stubborn, and both know how to completely blow up, lose our shit, and hold a grudge for an infinite amount of time…
Having said that, he’s my best friend.
He’s the one who always pulls me into line when I’m being a dick; he helps do my thinking for me when I’m about to fire off an abusive email; he’s the only person that I want to be with when I’m having a shit day. He calms me down. He’s the one that I come home to. He’s the one that I curl up to at night in bed. He’s the one who lets me share his pillow (and drool on it in my sleep) and not give a shit.
I love him.
I will always love him.