On Being Together

First - new color. Whatcha think?

Okay, now down to business. I've been ruminating a bit on what it means to be in a couple. I, of course, can't marry Sly B in this great state of Colorado and likely wouldn't if it was allowed. We could run to California like a lot of other queers and have a ceremony there, but just aren't interested in the institution of marriage. I have to admit, though, that when California legalized gay marriage, I was tempted for about 15 minutes. Even though I was tempted, I quickly remembered that I have the perfect set-up now. Why would we want to go and fuck it up in California?

This is a hard concept for a lot of people I know to grasp. Even if Sly B was a man, I would not want to get married. I am queer. I don't want the same things that little girls who grow up dreaming of a white wedding want. I just don't. I want what I have. To get married seems like such a sad copy of heteronormativity to me.

Don't be mad, straight married friends o' mine. I'm happy for y'all. I really am. I just don't want to dress up and pretend to be like you. We're different. It's wonderful that we're different, isn't it?

So back to couple-hood. Man, am I blessed. I don't know how I deserve what I have with Sly B, but I'm hanging on to it. Nine years and counting - I sure hope we get to have 50 more.