The beginning

As many of you know, some time ago, my beautiful girlfriend told me she wanted to marry me, in the middle of a crowded, loud, dance floor. It was informal, spontaneous, and perfect. We agreed that at that time we were not engaged, but now, I'm happy to report, that we are officially engaged. Ring and all.

Sure, we talked about it first, she had to have been pretty sure I would say yes, but still, a brave thing to do since we've only known each other ten months. I love her, absolutely, and still the idea of a "big fat lesbian wedding" makes me really nervous. Probably on three levels:
1. What are people going to say since we've only been together ten months. I don't want to be labeled a "u-haul"
2. Putting aside the question of legality, are we asking for a fight if we want to have a gay wedding? Are people going to be mean to us? Or vendors refuse our business?
3. Forever? you mean forever, like til the end of time? Terrifying. How can I be sure?

Despite these three things, i've said yes. It's made me happy, obsessed, distressed, nervous, exstatic, giggly, distracted, and a hundred other emotions. And that's only the beginning.

Here is my blog to express our wedding plans, give advice to other double-bride weddings, and to help me organize and figure myself out. (And I think, i'm trying to make a statement. These are my emotions, my feelings, my fears, my desires, my rights (as a human being), my distress (at my lack of rights as a US citizen).)

Till next time...