Laughing through IT, One Quirky Neighbor at a Time

So, Eli and I became proud homeowners about four and a half years ago, entering into what we soon discovered was not just a neighborhood but a full-blown gayborhood! Yep, aside from our immediate neighbors on the left and right, our street is a fabulous rainbow rollercoaster.

Our neighbors are fantastic. Need a lemon or an egg? Looking for a babysitter or craving some adult conversation to break the monotony of baby talk, especially when Eli is away at Charlie’s place two states over? There’s always someone around. Our street feels like it’s straight out of a sitcom; everyone is quirky and kind, and we all get along hilariously well.

Today brought a chuckle when I finally spilled the beans to our neighbor, Liz, about our polyamorous lifestyle. I assumed she knew, considering Charlie lived with us for three years, and it’s never been a secret.

Liz dropped by for a chat and to visit the baby, and our conversation naturally flowed from diapers to jobs. When I mentioned my blog, she remarked, “Good luck with that, there are so many mommy bloggers out there!”

That’s when I claimed my unique niche with pride: Lesbian parenting, raising a gender-creative child, and navigating polyamory—the trifecta of our beautifully chaotic domestic life.

Liz immediately latched onto this revelation like it was the neighborhood gossip she’d been dying to hear for months. Turns out, her 14-year-old daughter had already sniffed out the mystery behind me needing a weekly babysitter. Liz, thinking that Eli was on a bi-weekly “vacation” to another state, was in the dark about the details.

With a mix of curiosity, concern, and a touch of drama, Liz dove into the complexities of polyamory like she was uncovering the next big scandal. She had previously sensed something brewing between Eli and Charlie but was never quite sure. Classic Liz.

After bombarding me with a barrage of questions peppered with worry statements, I assured her I was an open book. If she ever wanted more details, I’d be there, ready to spill the tea or, you know, just chat over some spilled milk.

I can only imagine the sitcom unfolding in her household as Liz rushed home to break the news to her husband and daughter, finally solving the mystery of why Eli was playing hide-and-seek every two weeks. Ah, the joys of living in a neighborhood where every day is a new episode!

So tell me how these conversations have gone for you. What goofy neighbor joys do you deal with daily?