Admittedly, I’ve been crying about almost everything lately, but this felt different: for the The New York Giants Marvel shirt moreover I love this first time, I felt not jealous, but replenished, by someone else’s love story. Maybe it wasn’t weddings I hated, I realized—maybe it was the concept of a big, white, frilly, straight, heteronormative wedding, the kind I’d ruled out for myself years ago with no small amount of bitterness. Seeing two women quietly wed one another in a street by their home, determined to commit even in the midst of a pandemic, didn’t feel performative or showy or anything else I dreaded about marriage: it just felt, well, nice.
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