There’s two sides to every story…ours is no different. So, here’s a few details I never told Eb. First, I definitely knew that she was putting her number in my phone on the train that day. I was like, “Sheesh, finally. I knew she wanted a G since Day one”. Second, I definitely checked out her booty. It was phat back then before she lost weight and I have always been a fan of the ass. It wasn’t that though. Bae is smart, hard working and always willing to learn and it’s all of those things that helped me say, “Yes” to that first date. Plus, women are beautiful and once I allowed myself to acknowledge that, I got past the idea of another woman desiring me so openly, easily. I just had to wait for her to make her move and I was curious. Now that I know more, I know that our souls were connected already and all we had to do was meet each other. Twin flames.
I too was kinda involved when we met but it wasn’t official so I was a free agent and since I’ve always been one to let my freak flag fly, I decided to try out this whole lesbian situation. I’ve always looked at sex like a treasure chest; so many shiny, valuable things to explore. Eb is my first Girl Bae aka “My Hersband” and the boy she kinda stole me from was our first Boy Bae together but that’s for later. Our relationship was kind of a whirlwind. One minute we were riding the train home and the next minute we were living under the same roof. Months felt like minutes. We were in such a bubble between weed, food and work, we barely had time for anything else. We talked and talked about our dreams and goals. We traveled every chance we got. We argued. We cried. We agreed never to go to sleep angry. We agreed that I would never walk out during an argument (a frustrating habit of mine). Eb agreed not to yell (she gets loud y’all). We talked…ALOT!
Communication is the key to any good relationship and when I say we had to work at it baabyyy, we definitely did that. We traveled. More. We ate, alot, and even though I had been in relationships before, good ones, Eboni and I developed a partnership in that first year that has become the foundation that our relationship is built on.
Now… boys (insert dramatic dun dun dun music here). As a polyamorous couple we decided that the first thing to do was to set some ground rules. The most important one being if you see something, say something. In other words, if you feel jealous at any point, speak tf up! The second one was no one is taking one for the team. Either all parties involved are feeling each other or its a no can do for the Vegan Trap Queens. When we were ready, I called old boy back. It went something like this:
Me: Wyd. I got a girlfriend now. You gon come be our boyfriend?
Him: What’s up. So u gay now?
Me: Obviously not and neither is she.
Him: Ard. (Alright for anyone unfamiliar with DC slang spelling)
Years later, he told us that he had felt a way; unsure how to please us both. Men often aren’t comfortable expressing when they feel inadequate or confused. Hell, neither are some women. Anyway, he came over. I introduced him to Eb. She was mean. He won her over. I’ll spare you the deets cuz we wanna keep it PG but let’s just say for a while, he was Bae. We left for Thailand. He went to jail. And the remainder is definitely a tale for another blog post. We started Vegan Traphouse while we were overseas and the rest is as they say, history or more appropriately, Herstory. I guess the point is kinda that we found love in a hopeless place and we wanted to share our love with you.