So I’m aware that I’ve been remiss in my duties here – it’s been well over a month since I posted. The reason for that is kind of my thoughts for this week’s blog. My husband and I had our wedding ceremony on Lughnasadh, and the two months prior ate up all of my free time. I failed to comprehend just how much work goes into planning something like that! I feel like my life hasn’t actually managed to recover yet – work went crazy while I was gone, and my husband and I didn’t have much time to take care of the house during those months, so we’re still recovering from oodles of mess.
My post today is kind of a strange one, I think. Because of my life craziness, I don’t have the time to do a well-researched post, but I want to talk a bit about marriage because of the events in my personal life coinciding with the repeal on Proposition 8. That’s where I’m headed with this post: my thoughts on the institution of marriage. But first, a bit of history for me and my husband.
We decided to get married in May of 2009. We found a beautiful location up in the mountains, close to home, and we put down a deposit. We started making plans and putting down more deposits. And then several months later we realized that we were going to be moving so he could return to finish up his bachelor’s degree. I had always wanted a Lughnasadh wedding. In Ireland, Lughnasadh was the time of year when anything relating to legality was dealt with, and I wanted to say my vows in front of friends, family, and gods on Lughnasadh in honor of that history and tradition.
But we found out that insurance through my husband’s school sucked. It was horrible. So we needed to get him on my insurance several months after open enrollment. Which meant a change of status – and the easiest way was to document marriage. So six months before the wedding we signed our paperwork, I changed my name, and then I had to deal with all the crap from my extended family (“if you’re already married, why have the ceremony?”).
Marriage became split for me, and I had to spend a lot of time thinking about the different aspects of it. The legal bit was very important. But it was only half of the process. The religious side was vital to me, even if our ceremony was only ten minutes long. Standing up there, hearing our officiant invoke our gods, and knowing that we were making our vows before everyone and everything important to us – I can’t express how important that was. As a heathen, the making of an oath is done before friends, family, and gods, and this was the most important oath of my life to date.
Shortly after we got back, I got wind of Prop 8. And I cheered like mad. Then I heard that Mexico City is ordering the entire country to recognize any marriage performed there, hetero- or homo- sexual in nature. And again, I cheered like mad. Iceland has legalized gay marriage, too.
Because what I learned during my marriage fiasco is that marriage is important legally and spiritually. I love the family I was born into, don’t get me wrong, but I want my spouse to be able to make important decisions if I’m incapable of making them. I want him authorizing medical procedures or financial procedures because I have chosen him to trust with those important decisions. Marriage – and love, in my opinion – isn’t bound by gender, nor should it be. It’s about individual people, oathing to take care of each other financially, emotionally, medically, physically, spiritually. And if the state can’t recognize that it’s about the people involved in the relationship, gay or straight, two or three or twenty people, the state is trying to determine for those people what is right and who can take care of you. They’re forcing that decision to be out of the control of the people, and rewarding what they think of as “correct” behavior. And we’re in a much more modern time, where people think for themselves and act for themselves. Let them marry as they will, so long as they uphold the oaths they make to each other.
As a side note, here are the vows my husband and I made to each other:
Do you promise to be a good spouse? Do you promise to display courage, truth, honor, frith, discipline, hospitality, self-reliance, industriousness, and perseverance in your marriage? Do you promise to challenge x and help him grow?
We are one when together
We are one when parted
We share all
We will raise warriors*
*These four lines I can attribute to Karen Traviss. They’re the Mandalorian wedding vows, and we felt the need to incorporate them into our wedding. It was partly honoring the ethics we both hold dear and partly playing on our geekish love of Star Wars.




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