What It's Really All About
I still don't think of myself as married, even though it's been nearly three years since Karen and I tied the knot in a little gay-owned bed and breakfast in Vancouver, British Columbia. I have to admit that I've always been one of those who feel that not having to get married or join the army are two great perks of being gay. But with the country's rightward tilt tending toward out and out fascism, we decided we wanted to get married as a political statement.
As it turned out, it was an unexpectedly emotional experience for both of us. We chose traditional vows: for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. The commissioner who performed the service was warm and friendly, and two lovely women who were friends of friends (and are now friends in their own right) served as our witnesses.
Talking afterwards to our Canadian friends, the commissioner, and the owner of the bed and breakfast, though, we were surprised to hear from all of them that gay Canadians aren't nearly as interested in marriage as Americans. Part of it was that they simply don't feel as attacked as their American counterparts. In fact, when the
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