I’m starting to think I might be the ‘Mrs’ in our relationship. This thought came to me on a recent afternoon meet up with Rich’s parents. After a big lunch we walked off our food in one of the local parks and the four of us paired off, Rich walking and talking with his dad and his mum and I following behind. Nothing unusual there, but the main things we talked about included cooking, men, family, and how to fashion a homemade bird feeder out of left over cooking fat; so kind of girly. I dismissed this as just a case of getting along better with Rich’s mum, and I do find her a lot easier to talk to than his dad, and the more feminine topics of conversation must have been her influence. Thinking about it, however, it’s not just with Rich’s mum that I end up having the girl talk while the men go off; even with my own parents, more often that not, Rich will chat to my dad while I chat to Mum.

So, am I the apron wearer out of the two of us? I’ve never seen it this way before, but there are a few other tell-tale signs: If we watch a weepy movie I’ll be the one trying to hid my moist eyes at the end so that Rich doesn’t notice and give me a ribbing; I’m the one that remembers special dates like our anniversary and birthdays and to send cards; and the day after Valentines Day I even found myself sulking at Rich but not telling him why after a sex non-starter the night before because he was too tired. I will also often look to explain things on an emotional level while Rich reaches for more logical conclusions.

I would never describe myself as macho, in the Action Man sense, nor would I say I was particularly in touch with my feminine side, hopefully lying somewhere about centre-masculine on the scale. But after a certain amount of time in a  gay relationship between two men that are similar in many ways is it inevitable that there will be some shift and one will end up wearing the marigolds?

I decided there’s only one way to settle it and that’s in the bedroom: last night I ripped off Rich’s clothes, threw him onto the bed, spared the kissing, took charge, fucked him intensely and the more he moaned with pleasure, the more macho my fucking became – we’ll see who wears the trousers! And after an amazing, raw, powerful, fast and sweaty screw I don’t care how much of a wife I become as long as I can always fuck Rich like that every now and again!