I’ve Been To A Half-Gay Wedding
While I have not been to a gay wedding, I have been to a wedding in which one of the participants was gay.
This was in Cincinnati, Ohio somewhere between 15 and 20 years ago.
Gay people can get married—even in Cincinnati—as long as they marry someone of the opposite gender.
That’s the catch.
Gay marriage is an excellent idea because people should have the right to marry the person of legal age that they choose to marry. Life is brutal and short. Why create barriers between people?
The groom was gay at the wedding I was at in Cincinnati.
An issue behind the wedding was, as I understood it, getting health insurance for one of the married couple. Though they were close friends as well.
I was not formally invited to this ceremony.
I just happened to run into the bride the day before the wedding and she said I should come. I knew her from around.
If you’re lucky, you had a point in your life when you could walk down a city street and know people. I guess I’m too old for that at 40–or maybe Houston is an inhuman place where people drive around a lot– but it sure was fun in my early 20’s.
I think anybody at all could have come to that wedding. That’s good.
People who include are good. People who exclude are jerks.
The couple was married in the above-pictured “Temple of Love” in Cincinnati’s Mt. Storm Park.
As I recall it, this detail is a bit hazy, they were married by some kind of “priestess.” I recall the ceremony being conducted by a woman in some sort of white flowing robe-like garment
Temple of Love is just what that thing is called—-
“Mr. Strauch designed the Temple of Love in 1852, which still stands as an outstanding landmark to Mt. Storm today. The white columns of this Corinthian style pergola, which can be seen on the east lawn, was once the cover for a reservoir that supplied water to Mr. Bowler’s seventeen greenhouses, gardens, orchards, and a waterfall and swan lake on which seven black swans swam.”
The flower girls were men in dresses. They handed out flowers and kissed guests on the cheek.
Now that’s good clean fun!
Later that night there was a reception in a loft in Cincinnati’s Over-The-Rhine neighborhood.
I ate squid and drank wine. I remember eating a lot of squid.
I got married in a Las Vegas hotel by a guy in a purple robe. For the reception we went bowling.
Please click here for the excellent photo of my wife in her wedding dress holding a bowling ball. My wife is the best person in the world.
People should be able to have the relationships they want.
Any type of wedding ceremony is good. People can express their feelings in whatever way suits them.
Below is a picture of Over-The-Rhine in Cincinnati. As you can tell, it is an older community. There is nothing of merit about the persistent poverty in this neighborhood. Yet I would not trust the forces of gentrification as far as I could toss them. I won’t pretend I have the solution to making Over-The-Rhine a better place.