Matt and I had our one year anniversary yesterday. I was in Seattle for the weekend before starting my gig at the Polaris Project. We had chocolate mousse:
We played Puzzle Strike (one of our wedding presents), and visited the ocean:
According to the American National Retail Jeweler Association (now known as Jewelers of America and the main source on the “Wedding Anniversary” Wikipedia page), the one year anniversary present is supposed to be paper. Instead, I made us a sign for our tent at the Lair of the Bear out of a pizza stone which I texturized with pencil graphite, wrote on Sharpie and sealed with a bottle of left-over Krazy Glue I had from trying to repair my tragically broken glasses (it worked better as sealant than glasses repair):
Excitingly, when I did get Krazy Glue all over my fingers, the fact that they were already black with graphite made it peal off without pealing off my skin with it:
The copper wire frame will allow us to hang it from a nail in our cabin; each of the circles of copper wire represent one year we’ve been together (six in total). I constructed the entire thing while waiting for my plane from Logan to Seattle, but I’ve been planning it for weeks.
Matt got me a piñata (which we will be packing with candy):
We’ll be having the piñata part of our anniversary surrounded by our families, with the same people who supported us when we got married.
In the last year, the main thing I’ve noticed that’s different between being partnered in a long-term relationship and married is that more people feel like they have a right to have a say in our lives. More people ask after Matthew when they talk to me, asking “How’s your marriage?” like it’s a separate entity, like a daschund. Our wedding was a public declaration of a private commitment but the public-ness didn’t stop once we exchanged rings. It made me realize that when we deny access to the civil commitment of marriage to same-sex couples we’re denying people the ability to integrate into the public sphere not only as individuals, but with their own dauschund of marriage trailing along at their feet, begging for comment.
We’ve got a few more hours before my flight to Boston and then my train to DC. We’ll spend it watching Firefly and enjoying each other’s company.
Being married to Matthew is awesome.
“The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.”–Theodor Reik, Of Love and Lust, 1957