True and honest, etc.

From the October 2003 issue of The United Church Observer, a short essay about our legal marriage on June 15th of that year—18 years ago today, in fact.

We don't celebrate today as an anniversary, because when we married at the Metroplitan Community Church on August 24th of 1985 we did it in spite of the lack of legality or societal support. All we had was love and faith, the love of friends, and a matrimonial concept that was inconceivable to most people, queer and non-queer, in the mid-80s. But it worked for us, and still works. That was our wedding, and 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 our anniversary.

"But this is the "anniversary" of the day we became one of the first same-sex couples in Canadian history to marry, and almost certainly the first to marry inside a United Church of Canada. While our "first" wedding was about our lifetime commitment to each other, this "second" one was about stepping into the river of history, and claiming certain rights that had been denied to queer people throughout Canada's history, as a duty as much as anything.

The ruling from the Ontario court came through on a Wednesday; the federal government announced it would decide to appeal, or not, the following Monday, which would have halted all same-sex marriages for as long as the appeal stretched out.

But during the four days that it was legal, we decided to take advantage of a window we knew was just as likely to close as not, while we had a chance.

We found an officiant, booked a church, bought suits that fit, hired a photographer, invited the parents of my godchildren and a handful of other intimates, organized some flowers, and organized a lunch afterwards at the Four Seasons, and got married—true and honest and finally legal, as the headline would eventually run.

A minister friend married us, but I had been adamant that the vows we took the second time would in no way negate, or water down, those we took in over the first by virtue of their legality. We'd already had our wedding in 1985. This had been something different. But in all honesty, taking vows at 22 was a lot breezier than taking them at 41, when the weight of what you're saying to your life-partner is something to which life experience is actually attached.

As it turned out, the federal government didn't appeal, and equal marriage took flight, and Canada became the third country in the world where same-sex marriage is legal, so it was all fine. But sometimes, when I hear people complain about how hard it is to plan a wedding, I gently suggest it helps to be queer, with the government holding a legal gun to your head, with four days to get it all done before your literal right to marry the person you love is snatched away. It's like attaching a rocket to the process. And in the end, it's all more than good—we're an inventive lot; we've so often had to be.