{"id":1445,"date":"2004-06-19T04:00:53","date_gmt":"2004-06-19T08:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/nateptest\/2004\/06\/19\/weddings\/"},"modified":"2004-06-19T04:00:53","modified_gmt":"2004-06-19T08:00:53","slug":"weddings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/2004\/06\/19\/weddings\/","title":{"rendered":"Weddings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a360'><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I know that I&#8217;m supposed to be happy for my<br \/>\nfriends who are getting married, and on some level, I am.&nbsp; But I<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t think the straight people in whose weddings I have been<br \/>\nparticipating understand how my happiness for them is inextricably tied<br \/>\nup in in anger about the whole process.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t think they<br \/>\nunderstand how weddings and marriage, until they are fully inclusive of<br \/>\nqueer people who want them, discriminate against us and perhaps oppress<br \/>\nus.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The whole language and set-up of weddings<br \/>\nimplies that people must be coupled to be complete, that without<br \/>\nsomeone else we are all incomplete.&nbsp; It&#8217;s very much like the line<br \/>\nfrom the movie, &#8220;You complete me.&#8221;&nbsp; As much as I love BF, if<br \/>\neither of us &#8220;completed each other&#8221;, I don&#8217;t think that I could<br \/>\nactually be in the relationship.&nbsp; I was and am a complete person<br \/>\nwithout him, just as he was and is without me.&nbsp; If the point of<br \/>\nall this<br \/>\nmarriage stuff is to find wholeness in another person (as much of the<br \/>\nritual and language often implies), then, frankly, it&#8217;s<br \/>\nunhealthy.&nbsp; Some of the weddings I have been at in recent years<br \/>\nseem to be about the wedding; it&#8217;s as if people have determined that<br \/>\nthis is somehow the endpoint to which they have been working, not<br \/>\nrealizing that it&#8217;s really just a blip in their lives and happiness,<br \/>\nthat it will all continue on pretty much as before even after ALL the<br \/>\nVisa bills have been paid.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Also, as the only publicly out person at the<br \/>\nwedding, I&#8217;m alone in bearing this (which is why I keep ducking out to<br \/>\ncall BF and gay friends about every hour and a half).&nbsp; There is<br \/>\nanother gay guy there, a close relative of the couple and good friends<br \/>\nwith them, and he&#8217;s out in a limited fashion, i.e., he&#8217;s told the<br \/>\ncouple but not his parents.&nbsp; He lives in a gay ghetto, but when he<br \/>\ncomes to the Bay Area, he&#8217;s &#8220;not gay&#8221;, except in the privacy of the<br \/>\ncar, when it&#8217;s just the couple, him, and me.&nbsp; And let&#8217;s be honest,<br \/>\nhe&#8217;s not fooling anyone: I had him pegged as &#8220;family&#8221; pretty quickly<br \/>\nafter seeing him.&nbsp; But since he&#8217;s playing someone he&#8217;s not, he<br \/>\ndoesn&#8217;t have to bear a burden of understanding that as much as he&#8217;s a<br \/>\nmajor player in this whole process, he&#8217;s consigned to be &#8220;always a<br \/>\nbridesmaid, never a bride.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Part of me feels pity for him.&nbsp; As bad as<br \/>\nthings can get once you&#8217;re out of the closet, it&#8217;s still infinitely<br \/>\nbetter than the hell of the closet.&nbsp; I know.&nbsp; My own<br \/>\nrelationship with my parents has some pretty serious issues, as a<br \/>\nresult of my coming out.&nbsp; (I have not seen them in a year and a<br \/>\nhalf, because they want me <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">sans <\/span>BF,<br \/>\nand I&#8217;m not about to do that.)&nbsp; But I would still rather have this<br \/>\nstate of affairs than to still be hiding from them &#8212; and myself.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Part of me feels annoyance.&nbsp; He&#8217;s getting by,<br \/>\nnot having to make constant explanations, not having to be the token<br \/>\nfag in the proceedings.&nbsp; But I&#8217;m trying to temper my anger at his<br \/>\nnot standing up and being counted and really understanding what it is<br \/>\nto be gay.&nbsp; It&#8217;s not just about fucking and good decorating and so<br \/>\nforth.&nbsp; Being gay is about understanding how almost never do you<br \/>\ntranscend for others the label of being gay.&nbsp; It&#8217;s about<br \/>\nunderstanding what it means to be on the outs with the<br \/>\nmainstream.&nbsp; It&#8217;s about better understanding the kingdom of<br \/>\nheaven, where there is no family except the brotherhood and sisterhood<br \/>\nof fellow humanity.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So to my straight friends who may be reading:&nbsp;<br \/>\nI may or may not attend your weddings in the future.&nbsp; (Let&#8217;s face<br \/>\nit: paying for getting to weddings also provides some large<br \/>\nobstacles.)&nbsp; I may or may not be able to be in them if you ask<br \/>\nme.&nbsp; I just don&#8217;t know how much more I can put up with<br \/>\nparticipating in to that which I am fundamentally uninvited, not by<br \/>\nyou, but by the world at large.&nbsp; I want your happiness and love<br \/>\nand life to be full, but if you&#8217;re getting married, that&#8217;s already<br \/>\nhappened, and I can celebrate that somehow without actually being part<br \/>\nof weddings.&nbsp; I&#8217;m still working out whether I can go to more<br \/>\nweddings, but please understand that your day of happiness makes me<br \/>\nhappy, pained, angry, and bitter, all at once.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I know that I&#8217;m supposed to be happy for my friends who are getting married, and on some level, I am.&nbsp; But I don&#8217;t think the straight people in whose weddings I have been participating understand how my happiness for them is inextricably tied up in in anger about the whole process.&nbsp; I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":709,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[48],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1445","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rmaunsdionmg"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s5G3PH-weddings","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1445","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/709"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1445"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1445\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1445"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1445"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/natep\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1445"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}