The entire
experience had a surreal quality to it. I don’t think we let go of each
other’s hand the entire time we were in Westport. That’s not unusual
for us. But it was a bit of a deal in a town where we’d never been. We
were never received with anything but smiles and good wishes. Frankly,
the only time I’ve felt that kind of acceptance has been in
Provincetown, but that was always surrounded by mostly gay men and
women. This was in a largely straight community. It left me with the
feeling that this is the way it’s supposed to be. “Look, honey! Look at
the cute couple getting married!” Not, “Are those two gay people
getting married?” The difference is significant. But I guess we have
to go through the one to get to the other.