November 20, 2012
I'm surprised at how ordinary their vows are, these two women who are finally allowed to be married to each other, who traveled to my state in order to do so. When I heard they'd written their own vows, I expected something with more verve, more life, more passion. I expected vibrant color, blazes of purple and magenta and puce. Instead, here I am, their witness, in my purple boots and coordinating fishnets, my ears filled with beige and vanilla, uttered in a tone that sounds like it could be used for a shopping list. My eyes remained completely mist-free.