Why I posed:
The feeling of having the love of your life looking at you, flaws, vulnerabilities and all, has been one of the most exhilarating, beautiful, and breathtaking experiences I can remember. If I desired, one phone call, a few forms, fifty bucks, plus a call to my uncle, ‘The Judge,’ is all it would take to make it legal.
Alternatively, I could grab the homeless guy who sleeps in front of my office, fly to Vegas, and marry him for a few hundred bucks… it’d even be a super deal because that price could include airfare. I could talk
E! Ryan Seacrest a certain entertainment cable network into allowing me to parlay the experience in to an over-the-top reality show. I would cry on cue, parade my narcissism and crazy before a few million viewers, and triumphantly divorce a few hours/days/months later to maximize my exposure. Cheers to bored white girls doing their part to preserve the sanctity of marriage, right?
In all seriousness, I posed because I want the people I love, those who love one another, to be given the same rights that I am given. My rights were not earned; they were merely bestowed upon me because I was lucky enough to be born heterosexual. Everyone should get the chance to experience the giddiness that follows an engagement, the emotion of saying ‘I do’, and yes, even the chance to fail spectacularly.
More than anything, I posed for love. In the end, that’s all we have, and ultimately, the only thing that matters.