Today, I made a marriage vow I hope I don’t have to keep. (Or maybe I hope I do?) I promised to gay marry my boyfriend of 20 years at an amusement park. But only if the grotesque, retrogressive, Roberts Supreme Court overturns DOMA, which has about as much chance of happening as my sprouting a vagina on my chest. Still, I put this in writing, at Vanity Fair.
2 Replies to “If the Roberts Court Overturns DOMA, I will Gay Marry My Boyfriend on the Six Flags Tilt-A-Whirl”
Comments are closed.
But what car will the two of you take to your honeymoon? It needs to be fairly gay, but a Miata would just be too stereotypically gay.
Stirling: After careful consideration, I’m thinking I’d take a pearlescent white Cadillac CTS-V Sport Wagon. Its sexy creasy-ness will add an aura of shinily virginal/weddingesque class to our ridiculous clown outfits. Its insane but complimentary combination of features are as ludicrous as those of myself and my BF (as well as the whole idea of getting married.) Plus, it’s as fast as Concorde-powered Radio Flyer, but with much more storage room for all our gifts and outfits (and much let jet exhaust smell, and turbine noise.) BB