I guess it's my turn...

B started it, so I guess now I should introduce myself to the blogosphere. I'm C, the younger one in the relationship (sure it's only 15 months, but I always rub it in). I work 12 hour nights, so I'm typically cranky. I am not exactly neat or completely "balanced" and am generally the one who makes the messes that B talks so fondly about cleaning up. I'm very politically aware/active. I am a HUGE baseball fan (Let's go METS!), and super excited for today's season opener. I'm the middle child born into a Jewish family, and can confirm that the stereotype of a Jewish mother (a woman intensely loving, but controlling to the point of smothering and attempting to engender enormous guilt in her children via the endless suffering she professes to have experienced on their behalf) is accurate. I'm the only (openly) gay member of my immediate or extended family, and the coming out process has not been easy. I'm proud of who I am, I'm proud of my beautiful, loving relationship, and have decided that I'm living my life for me and my partner. Or, at least, I'm attempting to...