My best friend and his husband live in a redneck fishing town on the shores of the Chesapeake. When they first moved there, I was worried when they joined the town council and started taking an active role in local politics. I was afraid someone would come along and torch their house. Well, it seems they have been accepted as equally as any other couple in town, for which I am grateful.
They have some land in Hawaii, we’d often asked why they didn’t get married there. They told us they wanted to do it in their own state. One day—I don’t know if this was expected, or not, Washington DC passed a law legalizing gay marriage. In three days, they organized a wedding ceremony. A stealth ceremony.
We met at a parking lot in a park—no one knew the final destination for the ceremony. They hadn’t had time to get permits or anything. I wouldn’t have been there except by a fluke we happened to be in the area that day. We drove to a spot, piled out of cars, arranged ourselves in a semi-circle, and the officiant married them in record time. Two minutes. I know, I recorded it.
And not a moment too soon. The park cop showed up, told us to get out of the park or we’d be arrested, and herded us all to the exit—not even time to open a champagne bottle.
Why all the hurry and stealth? They know that laws legalizing gay marriage have been passed one day and then, days or weeks or months later been unpassed. They wanted their certificate before Washington DC revoked gay marriage.
It may have been only two minutes long, but my wife still cried. “It’s a wedding,” she said. “People always cry at weddings.” It was real enough, just like their marriage is real enough, and for that, I am grateful. Of my college cohort, they are the couple that has been together the longest.
I understand the difficulty involved in coming out. I have my own issue where I have yet to come out. I understand the fears involved—worrying if your family or community will ever talk to you again. I know it can be dangerous, too. I know that many people feel like they have to move halfway across the country to find a place where they feel safe to be who they are.
I totally honor everyone who has had the strength to come out. You are heroes, in my book. You are very brave. And yes, I support you!