This is considered our “official” wedding photo. And it’s funny, because it’s at a Prop 8 rally. Mily and I thought we’d try a social experiment and declare our love on Facebook. And although, the marriage has no license and it ain’t for real, it made me think of marriage.
The concept of marriage, right now is a cluster fuck and a bit outdated - because if our marriage was legal (as in we attached our names to a license), I’m gay and well she is Mily. But you know what the thought of marrying Mily made me smile. If I have love for you, it runs deep. Even though a friend, Mily is in that category as a bunch of other friends who are close to me.
But Mily reminded me of something perfect, that when/if I do get married - I’ll find someone who keeps me on toes (and maybe on my back sometimes). I’ll have someone that I can know how to miss, because when I’m not next to them - I’ll think of them. Someone that I can’t never keep from, because my guard is down and they can see everything.
That’s my sanctity of marriage. And it’s beyond 55 hours of Britney Spears (I still love you Brit-Brit), the whores in Charlie Sheen’s Sober Valley Lodge, 9 divorces of Larry King and 15 or so seasons of the Bachelor.
"I don’t care if I’m your first love, but I’d love to be your last…"
“There are people who have said that I’m being brave for being openly supportive of gay marriage, gay adoption, basically of gay rights but with all due respect I humbly dissent, I’m not being brave, I’m being a decent human being. And I don’t think I should receive an award for that or for merely stating what I believe to be true, that love is a human experience not a political statement. However, I acknowledge that sadly we live in a world where not everybody feels the same. My family and I will help the good fight continue until that long awaited moment arrives, when our rights are equal and when the political limits on love have been smashed.”
One of my favorite photos, the light in it is beautiful. The subject is entirely special. What I wouldn’t give to be that man’s iPhone, just so I could sit in his hands… “There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart,” Jane Austen said. Consider me charmed.