Shana married a few months ago. She and her wife, Jessica, are less than 10 years younger than I am, but there are at least two generations of gay culture between us. That’s how fast things have changed.
Jessica said: “At first we were going to call each other ‘husband’ because we thought that would be funny, but we really had to say ‘wife.’ There was no other choice.”
Our friend Sara Sarasohn, writing in the New York Times. (Read the whole piece—it’s a super smart analysis of what marriage for anyone really means.)
It’s worth noting that when I knew I wanted to marry Jessica, but not how to ask her, or whether it was too soon, or what it would mean that I maybe hadn’t considered, I asked Sara. She was the most married woman I knew, the most committed to being and having a wife she respected and loved, the most practical and determined to normalize that life without in any way making it look less queer.
