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Happy 21 Today

Posted by Censor Librorum on Nov 14, 2008 | Categories: Lesbians & Gays, Musings, Politics

Lori and I celebrate our 21st anniversary today.

Our love and respect for each other has grown over the years and we are still very much in love.

Like other gay couples, we have have said “I Do” to each other several times.  We started off with a domestic partnership in New York City on April 8, 1993; a marriage with a nondemoninational minister in Hawaii on August 27, 1998; and a wedding in Massachusetts with a justice of the peace on August 15, 2008. We celebrate all of  them with a fancy dinner and nuzzling, but our biggest anniversary, even beyond our legal wedding, is the day of our first date  – November 14, 1987.

The amount of “I Dos” we have experienced started to border on the humorous to both us and our families. “How many times are you going to do this,” Lori’s mother asked after our Massachusetts wedding announcement. “Until we get a toaster,” I quipped back.  Lori’s younger brother and his wife and daughters surprised us with a beautiful toaster after our vows in front of the justice of the peace. happytogether.JPG

Like other couples, we want the emotional, cultural and one day, I hope, religious affirmation of our commitment of a life together until death do us part.  We also want all the legal protections and economic benefits of marriage. And yes, there is a seriousness, dignity and closeness that comes with the commitment of marriage.

On the front page of the October 30, 2008 edition of the Wall Street Journal was the article, “Why Just One Wedding Isn’t Enough For Some Gay Couples.” A lot of what other couples go through resonated in our own relationship.

“Daniel McNeil and Patrick Canavan joke they’ve been married four times–to each other.  The “I dos” started with a Washington, DC church wedding in 1998. Since then, the two men, both 46 years old, have chased evolving laws across the U.S. to secure a civil union in Vermont, a domestic partnership in the District of Columbia and in August, a marriage in California.”

“Mr. Canavan met Mr. McNeil, a bubbly former Franciscan brother and math teacher, in 1994 at a  retreat for gay and lesbian Catholics. They moved in together and got engaged but wanted to demonstrate their commitment publicly. In October 1998, the grooms, in tuxedos, held a Catholic wedding ceremony at an Episcopal church congenial to gay marriages in Washington. The pair picked readings from the Bible and exchanged rings blessed by their Catholic priest, before family and 200 friends. They went to Spain on their honeymoon.”

“It was probably the best day of my life,” Mr. McNeil recalls, speaking of the marriage.

“When California allowed same-sex marriages in May, Messrs. McNeil and Canavan jumped at the chance. In early August they flew to San Francisco with their son and daughter for a ceremony with a few close friends in City Hall. The children acted as witnesses.”

“Mr. McNeil says the wedding felt more like a 10th anniversary. It doesn’t confer any additional rights for the couple back home in Washington. But Mr. McNeil says he now feels emboldened to check the “married” box on things like insurance and health forms.”

Lori and I are starting to say “wife” in describing each other instead of  “partner” or “spouse.” It’s still a little uncomfortable, but as we say it we are getting used to it.  I checked “Married” for the first time in filling out forms at a new dentist. 

We are also in the process of adding each other as the beneficiary to our pensions.  As unmarried partners, we would not have been able to claim this benefit. The additional monthly check will help the surviving parter to be more financially secure – peace of mind and assurance we are happy and grateful to have as we grow old together.

 

My Trinity Icon

Posted by Censor Librorum on Oct 11, 2008 | Categories: Musings

Every weekend I’m in Greenport I thank God we were able to buy a house here. I love the village, but most of all I love the nature that surrounds us. Close to the ocean, we are also graced with farmlands and vineyards.  It reminds me of a mix of Vermont and Cape Cod.

The closest I have come to a contemplative lifestyle are the weekend walks on the beach. We soak in the sun and the sounds of the gulls and tide rolling over the pebbles on the shore.

We often walk by little shrines people have built of rocks and shells. I understand why they are there.

We snuggle next to each other on a rock or against a driftwood log and watch the sea and the sailboats.  We daydream. Every time we say we wish we didn’t have to go.

Fall has started, and it brings its own rhythm.  We get out the bird feeders and put away the terra cotta pots and saints of summer. 

It’s like prayer time going back and forth with my old battered green wheelbarrow to bring maple and apple wood to the house to stack near the fireplace.  It will soon be cold enough for our first fire.  Those nights bring their own day dreams, watching the fire burn down to embers.

The leaves have started to fall, but we’ll need a big fall storm to really shake them down.

My “Trinity” icon – one of those iconic fall leaves – reminds me daily of God’s presence in nature. trinity.jpg

Trinity was painted by James Napoleon, who did a series called “Leaves of Autumn.” I bought it last year during his show in Greenport.

The North Fork of Long Island is blessed by a very special light. The sunlight shining on Long Island Sound and Peconic Bay combines to illuminate the fields, vineyards and sky of the land in-between.

Napoleon captures this light in his paintings, and how it illuminates everything and everyone.