California, here we come...

Next month, love-of-my-life Michael Leleux and I are going to California to get married! Of course, Michael and I have been married for the past twelve years. At least, we’ve considered ourselves married since we first fell desperately in love in small town Texas (during a community theatre production of West Side Story—it’s basically the gayest story ever), before hitching a plane to New York City to build a life together. (See my book, The Memoirs of a Beautiful Boy.) So it’s odd, really, how much getting legally married means to us—on a really private, validating level—to have the world give its nod to our life.
Of course, that’s what our upcoming wedding means on a political level.

But in our daily life, it means the chaos of any wedding. Our mothers are going mad making plans and driving us crazy. And really, it’s just amazing how expensive even the simplest wedding—a courthouse, a couple of new suits, a hotel and travel arrangements—becomes in no time. Especially if the wedding requires transporting a few people thousands of miles away for a few days. But as my mother keeps telling me, “You only get married once”—even though that’s something most people only say in order to avoid seeming cynical, because lots of people (my mother included) get married and married and married, and never get carried away (as the song goes). But right now, Michael and I are busy being bowled over by something we never thought we’d be lucky enough to get in the first place. What an adventure! What a head-ache! How high the moon! Stay tuned…