04/11/2014 09:52 am ET Updated Feb 02, 2016

My Life As An Invisible Queer

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The dental hygienist pulls the horrible gum-stabbing implement out of my mouth, gestures to my wedding ring, and asks, “Are you married?” I'm happy to mumble “yes” (after two years, the excitement surrounding my wedding has yet to fully wear off), but at the same time, I already feel uneasy. I know what the next question will be: “What does your husband do?”

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