Happy Birthday to my honey, Jerame. Today's the big day; he turns 35 today. Welcome to the Middle Ages, my dear.
When we first got together, Jerame was a budding young activist who hadn't been out of the closet for very long. He jumped feet first into LGBT organizing and within a year of our first date, he had spoken at LGBT rights press conferences in two different rural Indiana counties, protested outside of a local homophobic business, and organized an online campaign against an oil company. No shit. Is it any wonder we're still together a dozen years later?
As I've watched Jerame blossom, I've been struck by how much that fire inside of him hasn't mellowed with age; it burns just as keenly. He's still willing to stick his neck out for the little guy.
That's the true mark of a man. No matter his age.