The prep is all done and the stage is all set for our big day, featuring a group of amazing players: hotel and catering, flowers, photographer, incredible cake, talented harpist, personality-plus wedding commissioner, and so on. It is going to be a lovely day; is it also going to be a political one?
Same-sex marriage has been legal in Canada since 2005 (in some provinces since 2003), and yet it feels newsworthy. People we know are excited for us, as you would expect. People we meet are curious and enthusiastic. Then dig a little deeper, and while there are no naysayers to our faces, there are silences: the marriage commissioners who were unavailable to meet us when we were interviewing, the paperwork that is formatted for bride and groom only, and the family member who didn't even bother to RSVP. Hmmm... I guess he's not attending... think he'll still send a gift?
Growing up I never thought I would get married because, y'know, I like boys, so as the world has evolved, and as K and I have built our relationship, it has been a world of discovery. But is that political? Well it is proud and intentional and public, and as the 70s feminist slogan goes, the personal is political.
Our life isn't a strategy and isn't showy or political. It is living our lives proudly and honourably, and yes that will get some attention, and freak out the bigots and Glenn Beck's and closet cases of the world, and so be it. If all politics is local, and all politics is personal, then this is political. And it's a good thing. And sometime not too long from now it won't be newsworthy, it will be just another wedding...