My mother, a witty reductionist and a first-generation Chinese American, says that Chinese folks plant vegetables while white folks plant flowers.
So, in the face of all opposition, why did I decide to get married?
Our wedding was a sacrament. In the Christian tradition, all weddings are sacraments. And queer weddings are sacraments too and are sacraments especially.
Our home is stamped with Ada’s art: photographs of the canyon from our first trip together; a mounted sage leaf from my grandmother’s garden and a jay feather from our first neighborhood; our wedding vows framed in our bouquets’ peony petals - this piece is my favorite.
Zora told me not to write this week.
If you’re from a conservative Christian background and trying to navigate the ethics of sex, this one’s for you, whether or not you are blessed to be LGBTQ.
Onstage, I enlisted the help of the audience - my classmates - maybe 400 of them. I wanted them to back me up - to sing with me. The parts weren’t hard. And this is the story of how I proposed to Zora.