MY FIRST GAY WEDDING
This December was the first in five years that I did not MCQP. It felt quite odd, like someone had yanked a month out of the calendar, leaving the year incomplete and unresolved.
While I moaned about the fact that I’d have to miss it to anyone who’d listen, part of me was relieved that my body would be spared the horror show of intense gymming, make-up and the week of dimly-lit, achy recovery.
And aside from that, I was damn excited about the wedding I had on the same day. (What kind of homo would arrange his wedding on the same day as MCQP, you may well ask. The kind that no longer lives in South Africa and is therefore exempt from factoring the gay zeitgeist into his party planning).
It was my first gay wedding. In fact, it was only the second wedding I’ve ever been to, after my brothers’ a few years ago.
I wasn’t sure what to expect – I’m not even familiar with the regular wedding traditions yet, so imagining them reinvented was like painting without paintbrushes. And actually, I didn’t want to speculate on what they would wear or how it would work. I was excited that my friends were getting married and that they chose to share their moment with us.
There is no denying that gay weddings break new ground. It reminded me of my matric dance – where I had been the first guy in my school to take a boy as my date. Being the first person to do something like that comes with conflicting and paradoxical feelings.
I wanted to make a point about the assumption that we all take girls; but I also wanted it to be no big deal because it is well within my rights (thank you beloved Constitution) to take whomever I want. I had refused to ask permission and had felt ever more defiant after I heard my principal was uncomfortable with it, and yet I also half wanted no one to take any notice – because being gay really shouldn’t still be an issue.
Are gay weddings similarly political?
One of the grooms did, in fact, make some explicitly political points in his speech. He reminded us all that ten years ago their wedding would not have been possible anywhere in the world, that South Africa was one of the first to legalise it, and that the number of countries where it is legal is now increasing steadily. His father gave a speech about the struggles he has been through in accepting their union, and how grateful he is to them that they persevered and maintained their relationship with him.
It was the kind of speech you just wouldn’t hear at a straight wedding, because there is usually no battle to ‘accept’ your children if they follow the wife-and-two-kids path. His candour and final acceptance had everyone in floods of tears – all of us wishing, no doubt, that our fathers would say similarly loving things to us.
But the overwhelming mood of the day was certainly not political. And nor was it anything like Sex and the City would like us to believe gay weddings should be. There was no Liza Minnelli. In fact, the gayness of the couple was almost incidental.
My overwhelming impression of the ceremony, the speeches, the dances and the laughter was simply how much the two grooms loved one another, and how happy they make one another. It was a truly joyful wedding, full of great friends, family, laughter and, of course, a deadpan drag-queen DJ playing Rihanna and Waka Waka.
I’m so grateful to my friends for sharing their big day with me – and I have especially warm fuzzies considering I introduced the two of them. But, ironically, now I am left wondering what this breaking of gay ground means for my life.
Will gay life stages come to resemble those of everyone else? Will it be assumed, after this revolution has normalised, that gay couples must get married after dating for a few years? Will anxious mothers and disappointed grandmothers across the world start pressuring their sons to find the right guy and settle down? Have we liberated ourselves into a new set of social pressures and customs?
I guess there is no way of knowing just yet. For my two friends it was certainly the right thing to do. For the rest of us, there is always still MCQP.
Hi Al – There are feint traces of melancholic apprehension that float out of your words. I’m not married either, rarely go to weddings and doubt very heavily if we’ll ever assimilate into the “traditional” cookie-cutter line of marriage.
Your writing usually parades your ordinary opinions in strong fashion, but in this case, it’s clear that this is unfamiliar territory for you.
Regardless of what straight people portray as marriage, be less subdued because love can’t be that punitive – it’s just that straight people do it wrong. After all, besides marriage, no other legally binding contract is entered into with an unaccountable god (whomever he/she/it may be to you).
If it helps any, I’ wish you that great love I’ keep hearing about and hopefully your next matrimonial account (of your own wedding) will be more affirmative.
barry I think you are cynical. It is a beautifully written story, touching on many relevant points.
Thanks basschef 🙂 Barry, my experience was totally affirmative. I’m merely questioning whether we will all soon face the same pressures as straight people in this regard; I’m not saying it’s the wrong thing to do at all.
No swans? No choir boys? No Samantha dancing with a dog in her handbag? What kind of gay wedding is this?!
Seriously though, it sounded like a beautiful occasion and incredibly heartful. I often have fears that the gay movement has assimilated and ‘hetero-normalized’ ourselves in order to gain that heretosexual acceptance. I think it’s important to choose the life we want to live, whether it conforms to straight expectations or not, and keep encouraging tolerance for lifestyles we might not necessarily have chosen. Only if we do this will the gay population be completely ‘accepted’, regardless of the lifestyle choices they make.
Well said Joe, exactly.
Joe, I get your point and I think there’s some truth to it, to a degree.
In my opinion though, the”assimilation” & “hetero-normalisation” of the gay movement is only a symptom of the culture that all gays were brought up in. We also were raised with the image of 2.5 kids, the dog, & the white pick-up fence and all that shit as the ultimate fulfillment of human life so it makes sense for us to want that, just with a spouse of the same sex which we now can have.
Rather than seeing it as us adopting ideals of straight culture, should we rather not be seeing it as us claiming our right to have that life, if it is what we want?
To get back to Al’s column, I think the day our mothers and grandmothers, who were raised in entirely different generations with different norms start expecting us to “settle down,” like our hetero siblings that won’t be ?assimilation,? it’ll just be us having been fully accepted as equal members of wider society and having wider society?s expectations placed on us as well.
My husband and I got married on 29th September this year and this coming May we celebrate 9 years together. We were very clear on what we wanted our day to be (emphasis on OUR day). It was going to be exactly how we wanted it, with absolutely no “hetero” traditions included (some are unavoidable though) and with guests we wanted there. We got ready together on the morning of the wedding, waited at the venue as guests arrived and spent some time with them and took some family photos. We had a secular service in the on-site chapel and we walked down to isle together, with no bridal party. We found a very profound wedding speech for gay weddings online, tweaked it here and there and gave this to our officiant. Our speech was amazing and in hindsight, maybe a tad political but nonetheless beautiful and jerked tears from everyone present!
Our after-party was sublime! We had no pre-arranged seating and we wanted everyone to just mingle. The hall wat set up to be like our home, with couches and tables for conversations and plenty of flowers and of course, bling and candelabras!
As per the wedding you attended Al, my mother and father both gave very emotional speeches and highlighted how our parents (and probably all parents with gay children) struggle to accept their children’s unions. That said, their unconditional love and acceptance was what their message was all about (is this not what the day is about really???) and the ourpouring of love from our parents and families and all our dear friends that were present was absolutely incredible and we were overwhelmed and very honoured!
It’s a day we will chesrish in our hearts forever.
yawn*