The older I've gotten, the less I've enjoyed weddings. Generally. When I was younger and all the single men were called together to maul each other and try to catch the bride's garter, I always joined the melee. As a young buck myself, I blended in just fine. However as I got older and was still "single" even though I felt "married" to my partner, I started to be self conscious and a little less willing to stand out as a "confirmed bachelor". ( when I look back,,,I think quite a few of the confirmed bachelors that I knew were probably gay).
About that time I started heading to the men's room to hide for a few minutes when I sensed that the garter thing was about to be announced.
The other reason I'm not crazy about attending weddings has to do with dancing. My partner and I have been together for 30 years, and we've been to a whole lot of weddings together. We dance with all the female cousins and older women and young girls whose husbands look twice as bored as I am, but my partner and I never dance together...except sometimes in a group chicken dance or electric slide. Except once.
Recently we were invited to a gay wedding for two lesbian women that we've known for about a hundred years. The reception was typical, good food, open bar, mixed group of 100 or so, and great music. There were kids there and some elderly relatives and a general atmosphere of good will. When things were quieting down a bit (no garters or bouquet tossing) they started to play Perry Como's " Its Impossible" and I felt it would be impossible not to dance. So for the first time in public, the guy that I've been with since 1981
and I danced together. Talk about gay rights and civil rights and human rights....what a big deal that felt like..just a 3 minute dance together. Near the end of the song we decided to "cut in" on a straight couple that we also knew. My guy danced with the woman, and I danced with her husband. He's a great guy, and said to me " I've never danced with a man before", and I replied " Well this is only my second time."