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 yes.
you saw that correctly.
adam is wearing female clothing.
mine.

weird, right? make you uncomfortable? think he's odd?
lemme tell you da story.

adam and i had an amazing day.
watching birds.
eating salad and sweet potato fries.
helping out with a film school student's movie.
eating popsicles.
being outdoors.

the best part was when we headed for the porter rockwell trail at sunset for a walk.
we took a detour and found a beautiful home being built.
naturally, we wanted to go exploring inside of it.
the house is currently pre-stairs so there was quite a step up to the door.
i made it up fine,
but adam?
no bueno.

THIS happened:

{p.s. i've been requested to mention that adam hates that picture. he thinks he looks fat.} 

we laughed for a bit
and i asked if he wanted to walk back.
he said no,
as he didn't want the walk to end.
so we kept walking.
with that big of a rip in his jeans.

we walked and held hands,
looking at houses and making little promises to each other.

the sun set on us
and we started to walk back.

i had a major hankering for some frogurt.
we were so into the frogurt idea that we had both forgotten that his pants were destroyed,
until we got out of the car.

adam didn't want to spoil this idea and just wanted to keep a seamless evening.
he said i could go in without him and grab it.
i didn't want to separate at all
so i suggested we just head home.
he looked at me for a moment
and told me that was not an option.
rummaging through my backseat,
 he put my skirt on
so he could go in with me to grab some frogurt and head back to his place.

the second we walked in i swear the volume in the place turned up twelve notches,
and i heard the word "dress" whispered more times than i could count.
people were laughing and staring.
we decided we would ignore it
but it really got to me. 

i told adam that people were looking and whispering the word "dress"
to his reply,
"ignorant people.
it's a skirt. not a dress."

gosh i love this guy.
i wanted to march up to people and tell them the back story.
about our amazing time talking and strolling the spring evening.
tell them how sweet adam is for subjecting himself to their ridicule just so he could accompany me to frogurt.

i know we totally didn't have to go get frogurt,
but this just said a lot to me.
guy really doesn't care about all y'all in frogurt giggling and staring.
he cares about the good stuff.

and i love it.