#thatsnotus

Let’s call me Lychee and pretend to believe it’s my name. I recently took a sick day and planned to wallow in bed with a low budget lesbian movie. After propping myself up in bed just so, I scrolled through Netflix on my tablet and scanned the vague synopses. I stumbled across a film called That’s Not Us and figured, why not?

It ended up being everything I want in a movie, in a movie. Believable reality, believable characters, believable events. There were a gay couple, a straight couple, and a lesbian couple spending a weekend away from NYC at a relative’s beach house. With no day-to-day distractions the tensions within their relationships all came to a head. From there, I could have sworn that at least the lesbian couple (who had the most visible tension) was going to break up. Spoiler alert: they didn’t; they talked and learned and grew, together.

I know that doesn’t seem like a crazy concept, but for me it is. I can’t think of a single time I witnessed real, personal conflict resolution. Conflict is always met with cold silence and time and while that might work well enough in platonic friendships, it’s not healthy nor does it work in romantic relationships. I’ll share more later, but communication is often an issue for me. Oh, and I’m single. Surprise, surprise.

I’m not entirely certain of the format of this blog yet, but we’ll figure it out eventually. Let’s dig in.