This is way back in my childhood in Ohio. Rural Ohio. Very rural Ohio. A neighborhood girl pressured me into a marriage of convenience with the words, “Hey, let’s play getting married!” My mom baked a Duncan Hines cake, and her older brother played preacher. We said our wedding vows, had an awkward kiss, stuffed our faces with cake, and then danced on the porch. Seeing this photograph again makes me realize how effeminate I’ve always been. It makes me wonder why anyone would ever want to make me feel bad about being fabulous!
