Queer as Matrimony

As I prepare for my own wedding- I find the process rather repulsive. Its sooo materialistic and public and soo.. spectical. Im not really one for calling so much attention to myslef- esp. not in a WHITE wedding dress. (An I really gonna break character THAT much as to wear white? The jury is still out about that...)
But I find myself getting really excited about it. Besides the flower, cake,and dress drama that seems tocome with this process, I am really settling into the warm fuzzy feeling of eventually being Mrs. Big Guy. It makes me giggle in the middle of the day to myself. Marriage to me is commitment, and fun, and coffe in bed, and flipping between Law and Order and the Sci-fi channel, and holding hands in public, and unbirthday presents, and a shoulder to cry on, and sex, and back rubs,a nd saftey, and loyalty, and cooking together, and missing someone, and compromise and all the things that make my relationship so frikkin awesome with a person who can take my breath away even when doing somethign stupid like couch shopping.
I am allowed to contimplate cakes and (OMG I shit you not) napkin and tablecloth colors- because the Big Guy has a cock and I do not. If we were both packing the same thing- we couldnt even have a wimpy civil cerimony!!!
How messed up is that?? I ask ya??
What frikkin TIME WARP did we fall into? What happed to equality and equal rights? Does it just STOP with SKIN COLOR??
It hurts to think that in this day and age- we still live with such open prejudice. How are we supposed to teach tolerance to our kids if THIS is an example of how tolerant we are?
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