Ten Years Later.

It’s still almost two months away, May 5th, but Chan and I have been making plans to spend a weekend upstate at Mohonk Mountain House, where we got married, to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary, so it’s on my mind. Ten years.

In my lately never-ending excavation of old stuff, photos, diaries, letters, and, my favorite but the most difficult to organize, scraps of old writing — ideas, images, drafts, beginnings of things I didn’t finish — I ran across what looks like I was working on an announcement that I was getting married. (When I read to the end, I realized it was probably a monologue idea for a solo show I was writing. This was the piece I was writing at McDowell and which turned a few years later into my musical, Jack.)

Anyone who’s known me a minute knows that I was strongly and openly against gay marriage for a long time. No one ever seems to care about what is still to me an important distinction between a couple’s decision to get married for any number of reasons people get married and a campaign to legalize same-sex marriage as a tactic in the gay rights struggle, so I won’t bore you (except to point out that we as a society, 7 years after a Supreme Court ruling in favor of gay marriage, are still arguing over whether my marriage is actually equal to a straight marriage, or if so-called religious convictions override my equality.)

Anyway, here’s where my head was 10 years ago: