Everyone's getting married but me!

On Saturday it was Raj and Christine at the Hotel Monaco in DC. The location was a gorgeous backdrop--a converted post office, even the hallways had tall ceilings lined with moldings and decorated the quirky Hotel Monaco way, all modern stripes and little tassels.
And then the couple danced to Jai Ho from Slumdog Millionaire.

It was a fairly long and intricate routine too, but everyone was riveted, at how Christine was able to dance so fluidly in her gown, and at how staid diplomat Raj was convinced to execute the choreography. It certainly must be love!
But back to my own marriage situation, or lack thereof--what to do when one can't even say I Do?

(me, Court S, and Eddie S. channeling Jane Fonda, the morning of the Equality March on Washington)
Well, there is always joining a hundred thousand other people on a Sunday afternoon, in a walking rainbow that made its way past the White House.

(Dressed warmly in pink cashmere and brown pedal-pushers, to march for equality dammit! The White House in the distance.)
I was amazed to see that so many in the crowd were so young--so many queer teens with a fabulous spirit of activism. They have a voice and were ecstatic expressing themselves. It was inspiring and made me happy.
Of course marriage is important to me. Perhaps it is borne out of a desire to have what has been denied me (and will its eventual availability translate to loss of attractiveness? Maybe, or not). And by the way, equal rights are a good start, but I want the word and the wedding too. Who doesn't want a hot mess of friends, family, cake, crazy DJ, and fabulous giftses, someone to ask Will You... and of course that other person to say I Do. (And then there's truly no escape--after all, what God has put together and all that.) It doesn't change the love, but how beautiful to celebrate it, and recognize it, and call it for what it is, and take some nice pictures too.
In any case, I Want, I Want, I Want. I mean, I Do, I Do, I Do!