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I have full spectrum friendships that layer in fulfillment over the intimacies of my spouse:

- the women who “get” me and listen and hold my hand and wipe my tears, who nod and commiserate in deep empathy;

- the men who philosophically challenge me without the skin in the game of building a household together, who also occasionally hold me while I cry or defend alternative points of view when I’m inflamed and outraged, keeping me intellectually accountable;

- my gay men friends who make me laugh and bring culture and fashion and brilliance into my otherwise bland couture life.

I can’t ask all this from my husband. Me and Walt contain multitudes; often my emotional audience needs to be larger than one. I’m a power user in the field of human experience.

These full-spectrum friends crackle with life and appeal, but they don’t threaten what I have with my husband, because he’s comfortable in his own body, he knows what he owns with me. We give each other what we need to survive what the not-safe-haven that the external world is lobs our way.

Perhaps we are all unicorns ourselves. I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

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