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I might be ready to tie the knot — I mean, we might be ready to tie the knot. You see, there's no question about the existence of true love between us, we get along beautifully, and we sleep soundly together after hours of sex. No one steals the blanket, either. And, let's see, our finances look pretty good, there's room for two in my apartment, and we both want to stay in Brooklyn for a while. (Did I mention our love is really big?) Sounds like a match, right? Sounds like we may be ready to seal the deal and register at NYC's City Hall tomorrow, don't you think?

Wait, that would be such a downer, because they'd turn us away in a minute.

That's right (and wrong), because in New York City, the melting pot, the town of tolerance, marriage is illegal. Didn't you know? My sweetest of sweethearts and I can't get married here, or anywhere else in the United States, and it's not because we're underage, or married already, or cousins. It's because the same rights given to one couple (heterosexual) are not given to another couple (same-sex).

But, it is legal for everyone to get on a train or a bus or a plane to find another city hall, so pack your wedding veil, Hon, and let's go! Okay, first there's Massachusetts. Everyone can get married in Massachusetts — not! Not, that is, unless we live in Massachusetts for a year, and while Boston's okay, who can afford to pick up stakes and live there? What about New Hampshire or Connecticut? Nope, I don't think so, since the only thing we could get there is something called a civil union. Whoever wrote the terms of civil unions forgot to include all those benefits and protections that come with marriage. Whoops! The same in Jersey and Vermont. Civil unions. Lame.

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