It’s taken me until now, age 31 to fully comprehend the importance and need for a great big showy party of pride dedicated to various sexual orientations and gender identities. I never thought I would be in a relationship that was double fringe. Being attracted to women was one thing, but entering a relationship with a pre-existing couple is new nuance of challenges and societal judgements. I fell in love with my boss Emma, who was already in a long-term relationship with her boyfriend, Tom. We all ended up having feelings for each other and embarking on a three-way togetherness. Like most two people relationships, the sex was more frequent and exciting at the beginning. But after a year or so it turns domestic, who feeds the cats, who washes the dishes, boring life stuff. The question we get asked the most is about jealousy. Yes, there is jealousy but we just deal with it like any other relationship issue. I am a decade younger than my couple. I can never have the closeness and history of Emma and Tom. Emma can’t have the newness and novelty of a younger, newer person in the relationship. There are pros and cons and I’m still figuring out which column wins. On the plus side, I get a boyfriend and a girlfriend! How cool is that? Some are envious that I can find not only one but two people to love. The shit part is secrecy. It was Tom’s mums 80th birthday party in Melbourne in January. I wasn’t invited because I am a secret. I stayed home while Emma and Tom went and shared a momentous family occasion. I know how hard it is dating someone in the closet to not be invited to the important family gatherings, but imagine then your partner taking someone else as their partner. It’s a double kick in the guts. When Tom got home, he expressed views that he never before that has shook me and I’m still vibrating. At the beginning, he said he was building up to tell his mum, always referring to us as “the girls” and mentioning both Emma and I whenever they spoke. But now back from Melbourne, in the kitchen, he tells me that not only is it devastating enough that he’s not having kids, but to admit to having an extra girlfriend would destroy her! This was a shock to me. She isn’t religious, she is educated and non-homophobic. My own boyfriend thinks of our relationship as an embarrassing abomination. He is worried of the terrible burden his mother will carry, and having to lie to his siblings, and what if his siblings don’t want to tell their kids? And what about his career? And what about if I’m just being chronically unhappy and that if he tells his mum I’ll still be unhappy and just unpleasable always wanting more? I’m being made to feel guilty about having to live a life of non-truth. Do you know what that does to a person? Closeting yourself is closeting the person you’re with and that’s a responsibility that you have to live with and admit to yourself. I don’t think it’s being unreasonable to hope for your partner to come out to their parents after three years? Mardi Gras is coming up and I can’t even feel proud because the people who I’m with are ashamed. We all go to the same bloody gym. Emma and Tom have the same fucking personal trainer and Tom has to evade questions about where he lives and who he dates. It’s absolutely ludicrous. A PT who has nothing to do with their parents or jobs. They say it’s because he is too “normal”. Isn’t there a sense of not just social responsibility but responsibility to the wellbeing of your own girlfriend to try and make the world a little more understanding? If you can’t tell your personal trainer your relationship status, how will you tell anyone of personal importance in your life? I’m really angry inside, and sad. How can I be proud of myself and my relationship when they arnt? Every time you come out to someone, you make the world a little more understanding and aware and truthful and normalize your environment to be diverse and free. There is always something stuck in my throat, always having to double think before I speak, double guess what I’m going to say. It’s suffocating.