There are events in life which we might imagine will never happen twice. Being diagnosed with HIV would certainly be up there, unless one has the misfortune of encountering CCR5- and CXCR4-tropic virus. Brain surgery, too, if only because it’s so difficult to consider someone poking around in the center of one’s senses, thoughts, feelings, and movement..says he who’s “been there” 28 times.
And, then, there’s marriage, a one-time affair, according to the ideals of our society. After all, no one -- except, perhaps, for ‘reality TV’ personalities and unraveling pop star s- -starts one marriage while planning for divorce and foreseeing yet another recital of vows.
I am pleased to say that I am about be among the ranks of the twice-married, thanks to my partner Craig. Over six years since we met, we’re visiting the county courthouse to make it official on November 19. Just two men giving their relationship a firm legal underpinning without any fanfare, a privilege which none of dozens of friends and their partners enjoyed upon one’s passing.
Around 3:30 in the afternoon Eastern Time on the 19th, I’ll be able to check the “married” box again and do so without any regrets. I can safely say that I am marrying my greatest champion and my biggest fan . . even if Craig doesn’t laugh at all of my jokes; and he can make a similar claim.