warning: your environment will sink into your soul.

one size does not fit all

I held our boarding passes in one hand, and our passports in the other — both hands were shaking.

My fiance had discreetly gone before us and while they handed over their passport, horror story after horror story played through my mind — I had that sinking feeling that I’d done something wrong.

I hadn’t broken the law — although… I might be in the wrong line.

So when the officer calls us forward and asks me about our visa, I point to my fiance and say “My partner said I could use this line.”

The immigration officer all but dislocates his neck to swing back and forth dramatically, eyes sweeping over my fiance, before saying — “I think you have used the wrong word, there is no partner here.”

In my defence, it was a hell of a morning, and I forgot I was supposed to pretend that I was straight, for legal reasons.

Instead of marching myself back into the closet, I point to my partner and say “That’s them there!”.

“That can’t be your partner, that’s a girl. You must be mistaken. Thats impossible”