> ABOUT TEACAKE

Travis 'Teacake' Meacham, my soon-to-be husband, is possibly one of the sweetest people I've ever met and definitely one of the best men I've ever met. Some people seem to think of him as a 'performative male' but I just think he was born that way.

Teacake is chatty, sometimes anxious and easily talked into things. That's how he inadvertently got involved in a robbery carried out at a local convenience store, after he was talked into being a getaway driver for his 'friends'. He did some time in prison for it but he honestly would never have done anything like that intentionally. He's working on himself, having learned his lesson, and I'm so proud of him.

Aside from being a lovely guy, he loves going for a good beer and collecting old VHS tapes (usually horror and sci-fi). He's a sucker especially for 80s horror with Jeff Goldblum in 1986's The Fly being his gay awakening. One of our first dates was him showing me his collection and the both of us gushing over our favourite picks after we met at a 80s horror movie marathon, at our local indie theatre.

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> HOW WE MET

So I went to a 80s movie marathon one day, at my local indie theatre. They were showing back-to-back-to-back movies from like 11am to some ungodly time the next morning. The two of us just happened to be sitting together and, in the early hours of the morning, as the seats were starting to clear out, he — of course — started chatting to me about the movie that was on at the time (namely 1987's Hellraiser, one of my personal favourites). We got to talking about practical effects and the behind the scenes stuff surrounding the movie and we just generally hit it off.

The marathon finished around 6am and he invited me over to his place to 'keep the marathon going'. He seemed like a nice guy so I threw caution to the wind and let him drive me over to his place, after grabbing some Red Bulls from the local gas station. His apartment wasn't big or fancy but he had shelves just lined with old VHS tapes, from cult classics to deep cuts. We picked out a few and threw them on while we drank coffee and, before I knew it, I was holding his hand and he was touching my thigh and... Well, you can probably guess the rest.

I honestly didn't know if I was going to see him again; maybe he did this often and I'd leave his apartment and I'd never see him again. But, no, we had a couple rounds and then took a break to grab lunch and he was already rambling about how we just fit so well together and how everything just seemed so natural with me. After lunch, we had another couple rounds (his stamina was insane) and, by the time we finished, he was asking if we could go out again some time. And things just took off from then.

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> OUR BOND

Trav is honestly such a blessing; he's sweet, open, loving, generous, emotionally intelligent, talkative, handy, gives the best hugs, has a huge dick... Just everything I could possibly want. He compliments my body when I'm having a bad dysmorphia/dysphoria day, he helps me deal with my anxiety and depression, he doesn't freak out when my self-harm or skin-picking disorders flare up and he knows just how to handle me when I'm really at rock-bottom. I honestly love him so much.

Occasionally, we go over to his friend, Naomi's, apartment and we go on trips with her kid. Sometimes we go to a park or a zoo or a museum (Trav drives) and we always have such a lovely, wholesome time. He knows so much, despite coming off a bit dense at first. And sometimes we babysit Naomi's girl, playing video games or taking her out for pizza, while Naomi's working. He's just...the best honestly. Yeah, Travis is one of the best men, one of the best people, I've ever had the chance to meet and I'm just so happy that he's mine.