Gay marriage is already legal in some sense: Michael and I recently bought a set of All-Clad pans together. We watch The Sopranos and split the HBO bill every month. We shave with the same razor.
Slightly more important, we both work for companies that offer health insurance to their workers' sweethearts, whether legally married or not. If we wanted them to, our families would come to one of those precious pseudo-weddings you've seen on sit-coms. Ours would involve tuna tartare and Madonna remixes, followed by a trip downtown to register with New York City as "domestic partners."
In fact, Michael...
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