So as of yesterday I’m a married man, as is my husband. After ten years together in three countries, with all of the accompanying stress, job, and visa issues, I was convinced we’d never do this. Mr. Mallard felt, validly, that there was no point in marrying unless it was on equal terms, which it can’t quite be in the UK and isn’t at all in the US, at least on a national level or in the state we lived (California).* Here in Canada, however, it is. Work colleagues, neighbours, and acquaintances were all as friendly and supportive as could be, and our status is equal in everything including name.
Western civilization continues apace.
That’s the MP part. The SIMS is just the thought that the world has come an amazing distance in my lifetime with regard to gay rights. Things really and truly have gotten better, to a degree I didn’t think I’d see in my lifetime, and that’s just awesome.
*Our status outside Canada hasn’t changed: we were considered Civil Partners in the UK by virtue of our CA Domestic Partnership, the same label given to gays who marry in Canada, and of course the US federal gov’t doesn’t recognize it at all. Yet!
No—I wore a hideous tie (well, I didn’t think it was hideous, but a neutral observer might have, and the other groom certainly did) along with the suit I bought when I graduated college. Mr. Mallard wore a bowtie and nice jacket, but not a suit. We also both wore boots.
Congratulations! I wish for many wonderful and glorious years together, and I wish that the rest of the world would recognize it. Love should not be legislated: it should be celebrated.
It’s like with threads about kittens, puppies or babies, with weddings pics are a rule.