welcome to downtown coolsville

But what do you mean by marriage? I mean, I am going to be with gerald until one of us dies (or, according to our MASTER PLAN, until we SIMULTANEOUSLY TURN INTO TREES), and we have like wills and financial arrangements and joint accounts and powers of attorney and stuff to basically be each other's next-of-kin, but we both go ARGH ERK YUK GO 'WAY at the thought of getting married or civilly-partnered. It's the idea of being approved of by a functionary of the state that squicks me, I think - signing contracts to legally protect the way I want to live my life, fine; having a ceremony in which the state expresses its moral approval of the way I live my life, not so much. (This is just what the legal ceremony means to me, by the way - lots of my good friends are married and I don't think they did it because they wanted the moral approbation of neoliberal capitalist democracy, so it must mean something different to them...)