The Marriage of Love: A Song For Everyone

I’m not the kind of person

Who keeps her thoughts at bay

Who sweeps things under the rug

If I think it – I’m gonna say


So when I see a video

That makes my heart sing and skip a beat

I can’t, for the life of me fathom

How some people think gay marriage equals defeat


No disrespect to anyone’s religion

Please, believe what you wish – and more

But if your faith brings you to discriminate or even hate

You may want to re-think that door


With so much anguish, pain and suffering

Our world is in need of repair 

We need to get back to basics: Love, Respect, Care


For the naysayers of the world

I hope you watch this video and can truly feel

Beyond what you may have been taught as a child 

Because LOVE between same-sex partners is real


Thank you, Christian and Brad

And everyone who helped make their special day shine

It’s this type of positive media coverage 

That truly turns water into wine


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Video courtesy of Christian Siriano My warmest congratulations and love to the newlyweds!

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PS: Kjo (Kristen Johnston, wedding officiant) you were stunning, and as usual made me laugh and cry. Bitch.


Christine Macdonald

What she said

I love it when friends call me on my shit. Especially when the shit I’ve been meaning to talk about is fucking awesome. So when the subject of this story called me out on my very public (Facebook) post of , “you just know I’m gonna blog about this”, I was nudged, ever so lovingly, do to so.

It’s been a few days (fine, weeks) since this thing happened, but c’mon. When have I ever let time stop me from laying it on you? I’m writing a goddammed book about shit I lived through in the 80s and 90s, for fucks sake.  What’s a handful of weeks, compared to the decades of soul-searching it’s taken me to find my balls, and actually write about it?

But this isn’t about my story. It’s not even related to me, except that it serves as a reminder and inspiration to stand up, walk the walk, and not take anyone’s shit. As much as the (recovering) narcissist in me would love this to be about me – it isn’t. It’s universal, so pull up a chair.

This has been swirling in my brain for a while, and as I was playing with my laptop keys, The World had other plans. There was a catastrophic hurricane affecting my friends (and millions of strangers), then a nail-biting presidential election that caused me to fall into a vortex of Twittergasms, not to mention inhale an entire box of Mac and Cheese. When that dust began to level, my birthday weekend quickly came, and I headed out-of-town. And on the actual day of my birthday, I learned my recent mammogram result was abnormal, so I had an ultrasound on Monday, and meet with the biopsy bitches today. Talk about a blog-buzzkill.

But fuck it. Today, before getting felt up, I’m making the time, and inducing this little fucker of a story. My posting contractions are less than a minute apart, and this baby is coming.  “It’s a Blog” balloons are blanketing the Interweb as we speak.

Every now and then it happens. You witness something that reminds you of the person you want to be. Or maybe forgot you could be. Or are. The person inside yourself, who perhaps you knew as a kid, but somewhere

Christine Macdonald