If her doubts had started on her wedding day, I probably would have called them cold feet.
But they didn’t.
She started wanting to back out a full six months before the wedding.
“This sounds really serious,” I’d tell her. “What are you going to do?”
“What can I do?” » Read more
Today’s gonna rawk cuz I’m a bridesmaid in my girlfriend’s wedding. That might be the most polyamorous sentence I’ve ever written. Which is saying something, given what I do for a living, I wrote yesterday morning, before setting out to get my hair and makeup done.
I’m hungover as I type this. » Read more
I’ve been married twice, but until recently I had never been asked to be in a wedding that wasn’t my own. You could say I was always a bride, never a bridesmaid. But in the past few months, I received news that this is about to change.
First, I was asked to be a bridesmaid in what will arguably be one of the most polyamorous weddings I’ve ever been to, » Read more
“I’m really sorry I can’t be there,” I said to Skyspook, hugging him goodbye at the door. He looked so good in his tuxedo that I didn’t really want to let him go.
“Me, too,” he said. “I’ll text you though. Have a great time.”
“You, too,” I said, as he stepped out the door. » Read more
When Skyspook and I married in 2012, it was against an unusual backdrop. I was divorced and had already done the traditional “forsaking all others, til death do us part” wedding ceremony. We all saw how that turned out. I knew this time I wanted to do things a little differently and have a polyamorous wedding ceremony. » Read more
Skyspook and I got married last weekend. Along with a lovely ceremony and the best guests I could have ever asked for, there were a monsoon and a widow maker.
I’ve spent the week catching up on school work and house work and recovering from the festivities, so though I have dozens of things I’d like to write about, » Read more
Something about buying a wedding dress makes the upcoming wedding seem so much more real.
“Page, this is so you!” Legalista says.
I study myself in the mirror. Chic, sexy, elegant, nostalgic. 50’s flavor without being cartoonish about it. It is a style I’d never worn but one that suits me to a T. » Read more