Our wedding is not a gay wedding, it’s a wedding. A traditional service, conducted by an official celebrant, me in a white dress, her in a suit, bridesmaids, a page boy, cake and cocktails. That’s it. Traditional, conservative with not a rainbow in sight. So why is everyone so consumed with the notion that my wedding is any different from any other?
An inside insight into the complicated web that is the lesbian scene. Butch, high femme, flirting, sex and a lot of alcohol makes for am interesting night.