Over the weekend much to my own astonishment, I attended my 1st gay wedding. I was astonished that I came to the realization that this was my 1st while standing in the church waiting for the ceremony to commence. I know many legally and not legally recognized same sex married couples, but I guess never was witness to their unions. The fact that the aforementioned couple is gay was such a non-issue that it hadn’t occurred to me prior to the processional. What I did observe is that this wedding was unlike any other that I have attended – there was a different energy. The ceremony was fast & fabulous and full of genuine tear forming moments of tenderness. But it was during the party that I understood this wasn’t the typical reception with a flurry of forced casual banter and jockeying to catch the next passed hors d’oeuvre, the pace was of a well orchestrated and relaxed cocktail party where the hosts made a point of greeting and welcoming every guest.
There are probably many variables as to why this party in particular was so memorable and unique – the fascinating guests, the storied venue, the tables being named after New York State governors – all valid contributors. But I really think the reason this wedding was particularly special is because every person in the room (gay, straight or in between) was so genuinely happy and honored to be there. There was so much love for the couple, the cause and the knowledge that these 2 men were graced with the gift of living in a state that acknowledges gay marriage as legal and equal.
And that is a true love story.