His name is Dib and he looks like
this
He's a real person and he is mine. I met him on the internet. He moved all the way across America from the West Coast to Appalachia to live with me and date me. We helped eachother with mental health issues and we still do. We got married when I was 18, as two AMAB people. He kept loving me when I became a girl. I went from looking like this...
to looking like this!
And as that happened he was wonderful and kept loving me the same amount.
Throughout my whole life so far he has always guided me to make the right decision, and given me a moral compass that I might not have had otherwise. It's usually him who reminds me to be courteous to others irl, to pay my debts, and to be responsible. With his advice I was able to break off from people who were bad for me, and leave a geographical region which was bad for everyone in it.
He has shown me so many classic movies like Metropolis and Nosferatu. He is very knowledgable about conspiracies and movies - both of which he has helped me to become familiar with.
He is indefatigable. I've never seen him give up before, and I'm pretty sure that it just isn't in his nature to do so. He used to walk two hours to and from our appartment just to work at McDonalds because it was so important to him that we work together to pay bills.
He cares so much about freedom, and he wants everyone in the world to have the liberty to do whatever they want to, without being held down by a boss, laws, or social expectations. He has made his own value system that works for him. Even though sometimes I don't agree with everything he believes, I admire the fact that he just doesn't care what society expects him to believe.
He is a full head taller than me, and I'm actually very tall. He is very thin, with smooth tan skin and big brown eyes. He has a little voice and even though he is usually very quiet he can talk quickly when he has a burst of excitement or a flash of inspiration.
He spends his time researching and writing encyclopedias on his conspiracy theories, as well as finding cool things for us to go out and do in the big city in which we now call home. If it wasn't for him I'd never leave my apartment except to go to wal mart or do activism. He is the only reason that I ever think to do anything fun at all.
He cooks amazing amazing amazing food such as tika masala, curry, kung pao chicken, pepperkash chicken, enchiladas, and just so many foods that I could never make myself. It's all very flavorful and none of it was bland. Since I was raised by Ukrainians, I told him that I really don't like Eastern European food because its bland and noodle-y. He showed me that Eastern European food can be flavorful and that I actually had just never eaten that food made by someone who could cook.
He introduced me to a lot of cool music that I had never heard of before!
When he wants something he just takes it like a cat, and he is always focused on one thing whatever it is. I admire how he is driven, impulsive, cautious (not a contradiction!!), intelligent, and he never violates the set of principals that he invented for himself. I've never even once seen him compromise his values.
He buys me flowers when I'm sad. It's his birthday today. I'm gonna take him to see a movie that I know he'll like.
Together we both share a state of probably perpetual poverty but with his help I will be able to still enjoy life.