It may be tempting to call Andrew Sullivan an “inhuman monster”, but rest assured he’s got a heart. Somewhere.
The conservative journo’s a mere week away from marrying his artist – and flattering – boyfriend, Aaron. And, like any soon-to-be bride, old Sully’s got some nerves. And, like all nerves, reveal his more vulnerable side:
The other night it hit me for the first time that this is really about to happen. I guess I had just put it out of my head until it was only a matter of a week or so away. My fiancÃ©, Aaron, and I have lived together for three years. I have no qualms about our actual relationship. For me, this is for life.
However, standing up in front of my family and my spouseâ€™s and saying the vows out loud has me in a state of butterflies. I can go on television and barely break a sweat, but Iâ€™m terrified of performing in front of my own family.
Iâ€™m scared that Iâ€™ll lose it. I bawled through the last same-sex wedding I went to. When I was diagnosed with HIV 14 years ago, I assumed that this day would never come.
For the first time in my adult life I will have a home.
Congratulations, Andrew! We can’t wait to see you in white! What’s that? We’re not invited? Family and friends only!? Humph, we take back the first sentence of this posting…