I just received a lovely email from Richard in Canada (that is not him in the pic, that's Jordan and Peter Andre) who reads my blog with his husband and two dogs and it got me to thinking on the topic of Gay Marriage. Several of my friends have got married over this last year and it seems to be a wonderful thing for them, even though I know it is not for me. I think it is great that people in stable, loving relationships now have that extra level of security and (shudder) commitment that only brings them closer together and, I think, gives them that next level that can often stabilize a relationship and help it last.
But BY god I thought that having lots of gay friends would mean that I wouldn't have to spend a good part of my post 30 years shelling out for wedding presents, how wrong I was. It is not just any wedding presents either, with gays it is wedding LISTS! Wedding lists from places like John Lewis, Harrods and Fortnum and Masons. That old adage of gays having taste is only partly true, gays have expensive taste. Now, I want you to stretch your imaginations here and envision the possibility that I would ever want to settle down (This is obviously after they legalise 3 day marriages and multi-partner relationships) my wedding list would more than likely be at a place like the local comic shop, a choclatiers and somewhere that sold porn.
I am a man of simple tastes. I like my men simple and I like my life simple, unless the complications are dramatic and I can go on and on about it to anyone who will listen of course.
I would probably have the ceremony in a park, wearing jeans and a t-shirt and the reception at a nearby bar. Instead of spending money on cards and dressing up nicely, everyone can buy me a drink. Presents of course would be mandatory but given my choices of shop, also pretty cheap.
No, sorry, I can't go on. That's what I would like to do, but in reality I would bankrupt myself to have some kind of spectacular ceremony just so I can rub people's faces in my happiness and then spend the next ten years forcing the photo's of the event upon anyone that came calling. After all, isn't that the whole reason for marriage?