"Moral disapproval alone is an improper basis on which to deny rights to gay men and women."- Judge Vaughn Walker
I woke up Sunday morning and had a brainstorm.
The exBF and I were invited to the wedding of our friends Roger (aka Yolanda) and Glen (aka Bug) which would take place the next day, Halloween, an hour or two before the Halloween parade would begin.
We were asked to come in costume and invited to walk behind their horse drawn carriage in the Parade itself.
After days of indecision of what to wear (how to pick something that's fabulous without overshadowing the Grooms), the brainstorm, Sailors, came to me in a flash after a friend said he was going to the Parade as some sort of sea creature.
Our first and only stop was Abracadabra here in NYC on W. 21st and we not only nabbed the last two sailor costumes but they fit us perfectly. Plus, when the woman at the register saw that one was priced less than the other, she charged us the lower price on both. It was a combination of "wow, there ARE nice New Yorkers" and an it's "meant to be" moments.
Halloween arrived and we were in Soho Park in our sailor outfits eating Cracker Jacks amidst bloody demons and Hulks, feeling very much like we should break out in a chorus of "New York New York".
Yolanda and Glen arrived, greeting all of us, their friends and family, and posing for what felt like hundreds of photographers. Yolanda wore an incredible outfit that sparkled in the sunset -- but the sparkles were only in part from the material on his dress, no, all Yolanda needed to do was to look to his partner, and to his guests to radiate the most exquisite sunshine.
The wedding commenced and I bawled like a baby throughout - we've come so far and worked so hard for this moment and here it was and it was legal and it was amazing. The noise of a marching band, the squeals of revelers and the rush of cars on Sixth Avenue, couldn't distract us from the sight of the grooms and officiant Rev. Shawn Moniger. The sparkle focused all of our attention in on them and them alone.
I paused for a second, stepping outside my body... no, I needed a minute, I wanted to drink it all in.
There I was in the midst of all of THIS and nothing else seemed to matter.
Not Community Boards or breakups, not job hunts or roommates, and definitely not whether or not the world would end because two guys who've been together for 7 years (Halloween is their anniversary, so, how fitting) want to pledge themselves to each other.
For me, marriage (I refuse to continue calling it "same sex marriage" as if what's happening is somehow a different thing) is to be taken very seriously. I genuinely believe in the sanctity of the vows that are said - and I don't think that they ought to be shrugged off lightly because you've decided you just don't care to be married anymore - or used to garner media attention (attention Kardashians, please note!). And I certainly don't think dressing up makes those vows any less solemn.
I never in my wildest dreams thought that gay men and lesbians would get to be legally married anywhere on Earth in my lifetime, much less in this country which has all sorts of crazy hangups about sex and love. But now there are so many places where we can, it's sometimes feels too good to be true.
And after throwing rose petals and taking pictures, we moved into place with the Radical Faeries behind the horse drawn carriage and moved down along the street.
The exBF and I held hands and danced to the drumbeats provided by the Faeries.... and every once in awhile would do a dip (ala the famous Eisenstaedt photo, left) and a kiss for photographers much to the cheers (and one 'ewww") from the crowds. We got requests and spent much of the Parade making out.... I don't think either of us minded much... but at one point we joked that by morning our pics would be everywhere and that it'd be like a year before either of us would get a date. "I don't care" said the exBF beaming.. and you know what, I didn't either. Totes whatevs as they say.
The Parade ended and my lips were chapped. We grabbed a bite at our favorite Chelsea diner and bid each other goodnight. I thought, briefly about going to the Eagle to see whatever was going on there... but the night had been magic, it had been perfection - witnessing the union between two souls and having the time of my life with the man I most adore - that doing anything else just seemed superfluous.
And that, my friends, is how I spent Halloween 2011.
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