At one point, the heat begins to get to Gary. Understandable, because his outfit, a sequined, black, full-length robe with a crown on his head and a silver chain, wasn’t designed for New York City heatwaves. Nevertheless, as a past President of the Imperial Court of New York, he proudly wears his formal attire. Damian too is dressed in a fancy white admiral’s jacket with an elaborate gold lapel hanging across his chest. Damian is all smiles, making sure that others knew how happy he was. With every picture, the couple beams, glowing in the way that one expects a couple to glow on their wedding day. 90 minutes later, Gary and Damian reach the steps leading to the Clerk’s office. Over the din of a “if you’re gay and you know it, stomp your feet” chant from the line behind them, the couple climb the steps. Damian nervously mentions that his heart is racing and works to fill every moment with excited conversation. Gary acts reserved and makes jokes about his last chance to run away. “No one could take this from us,” exclaims Damian proudly as he walks through the doorway. “Yes! Yes!”
Leave a Reply