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WHAT'S IN A NAME?

A friend asked to day if we were having a wedding or being married.

Stumped me.

He thought that since we weren't emulating straights, a political point which I am more or less neutral on, that we should be marrying and not be wedding.

I gave it some thought and looked the words up.

Marriage has a very long definition. Wedding, hardly at all.

I think that we are getting married and having a wedding ceremony to accomplish it.

We have, in fact, long considered ourselves 'married' even if we are living in sin, in the eyes of some churches, or living in civil union, in the eyes of the State of California.

I have often referred to John as my 'husband'. Some people, including some gays, wince. Fuck 'em.

Now, they have upped the ante.

I can't feel 'married' anymore until I am properly married in a ceremonial called a wedding which will be October 11, 2008 at 2 PM.

Now that we have the option we have to readjust the terms of the relationship.

So, for awhile, John is not my husband anymore. He is my fiancé! As I am his.

Of course, I take the second definition.

I didn't know that traditionally it was the guy.

Well, it still is.

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