Vegas kicked it off a couple weekends ago, and now we've booked a little nude resort in the dessert. We researched and felt pretty good about it. This would be our first time to go to one, and just want to experience it. This place is also a "lifestyle" friendly resort, which is okay with us, we know our boundaries and heard that others are respectful of yours.
Now here's where my insecurities come in. Hubby calls to make the reservation, asks about the availability, gives our info, then asks if we could have a downstairs room because his wife is in a wheelchair. First thing out of the ladies mouth is, "You do realize this is a "lifestyle" friendly resort? Hubby says, "yep". Then they proceed with credit card numbers. He said he could tell by her voice that the wheelchair issue threw her off.
So, one part of my mind says, "fuck them" I'm going to go enjoy myself just like everyone else. The other part says, people in wheelchairs don't go to places like this. You're not going to be treated the same and they don't want your kind there. They don't want to be uncomfortable and I might make them feel that way.
I feel very teary eyed right now and need to snap out of it. I will muster up the courage, because that's me.