Do not stare at Jayce’s ex-husband-new-boyfriend Viktor’s little robo face, he does not tolerate your curiosity at all. He hasn’t slept. They’ve been researching how to mend a broken relationship. Mathematically.
Omg Jayce you sussy baka stop starting fights with ppl for meeee
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#gymattire #adidas cap #shein stretch pants #sweater from #thedressbarn i love this #sweater because the #cowlneck is an attached #mask you will nevaa forget your mask the #nike shoe boots are warm n #waterproof #tanjun high rise that #tat with my #husbands name is like 25 years old got it for him for our first #valentinesday before we got married … Alot of #history here #sweaterweather #gymlife #workinprogress @shein @torrid. @dressbarn @nike @adidas @adidaswomen https://www.instagram.com/p/CHA_wfYJ7Q9/?igshid=1lx69ekrro8jj
it was SUCH an honor to collaborate with THE @marerittmarit for THE Klapollo zine ever to write a heartfelt piece about these two growing older together
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Being a same-sex couple already made our wedding somewhat untraditional, and we loved the freedom we had to tailor the weekend to our own tastes. Unsurprisingly, the ceremony was perhaps the least by-the-book. When planning the big day, we actually started by looking at the format of a “traditional” ceremony. Immediately, we decided that there were rites we absolutely didn’t want to include, but we were surprised to find that there were certain rituals that actually really resonated with us. For starters, the flowers. I love that brides get to carry bouquets, but it seemed crazy that it should be limited to only one gender. Scott and I each carried a bouquet of dried wildflowers. Tip: you can find really gorgeous dried arrangements on Etsy that you can order weeks in advance without worrying about them dying!
Our ceremony site was very simple. Across the street from our venue, The North Branch Inn, was a large meadow next to a brook. We got married under a large tree in front of forty of our closest friends and family members.
To keep the ceremony as accessible to our loved ones as possible, we removed religion from the equation, and replaced our readings with literature instead. My sisters Maggie and Celia read the children’s short story “Alone” from Days With Frog and Toad. This was one of my favorite picture books growing up — I adored the characters of Frog and Toad and the love they had for each other. It wasn’t until I was much older that I learned (from Scott, obviously) that the author, Arnold Lobel, was actually gay. I like to think that even before I had the language, that I clocked Frog and Toad as perhaps my first queer icons. Needless to say, I fully cried listening to my sisters read it
Our friend Mike Gottlieb did a reading of a letter from St. Paulinus to his teacher/friend/probable boyfriend Ausonius, which he wrote in 385 C.E. if you can believe it! It meant a lot to recognize that getting married was the continuation of a centuries-old tradition of love between two men.
My gorgeous friend Maddy Trumble and the brilliant curator of all of our music for the weekend, Adam Wachter, performed an acoustic version of one of our all-time favorite love songs, “A Quiet Thing” by Kander & Ebb.
I still get chills thinking about how lucky we were to have the ceremony officiated by the incredible human (and host of NPR’s “All Things Considered”) Ari Shapiro. As one of Scott’s oldest friends, and one of my personal arts and culture heroes, he was the dream person to marry us. He gave a touching and hilarious speech before borrowing some language from the ancient traditions of marriage to pronounce us husband and husband.
Of course, one of the perks of marrying a professional writer is that Scott had perhaps the most tear-jerkingly beautiful vows ever written. I’ve never been able to re-read them without bursting into tears. Luckily, we both (barely) held it together for the ceremony.
As our final offering, we invited our friends to do a sing-along of one of our favorite tunes, “Rainbow Connection.” With my personal connection to rainbows, and the giant one appearing in the sky right before the ceremony, this seemed too much of a coincidence. As we sang along, our friends threw star and heart shaped confetti cut out of dried autumn leaves.
Of course, the deed wasn’t done until the marriage license was signed. After everything our LGBTQ friends, past and present, had fought for, it was a surprisingly poignant moment getting to put pen to page and declare us officially married by the state of New York.
When we were choosing a wedding photographer, one of the first people we considered was Emilio Madrid-Kuser. He’s a frequent sight on opening nights and the theater community events as the in-house photographer for Broadway.com, and he’s photographed Scott and I on the red carpet a bunch of times. His photos always stand out as the best — in part because it’s hard to shoot two guys who are such different sizes! To be honest, I didn’t even realize he photographed weddings until my longtime friend and manager, Jen Namoff, recommended him.
As soon as we saw Emilio’s portfolio, we knew he’d have the perfect eye to capture our weekend. His shots never feel forced, and he has more than a few tricks up his sleeve, experimenting with light leaks, lens flares, and positioning objects like crystals and brass rings in front of the lens to create one-of-a-kind effects.
Most importantly, we also just dug his vibe as a person. You end up spending a ton of time with your photographer, especially on your wedding day, and working with someone who is super laid back and already friends with a lot of our guests was a huge perk.
One of the favorite features from our venue, The North Branch Inn, is that it’s home to a bowling alley from the 1800s. The pins are all manually set up and the ball return ramp is an impressive feat of physics for something built more than 100 years ago. Clearly, we had to snap a picture.
Right before our ceremony, there was a freak sun shower that cut through the blue skies. Rather than duck indoors, Emilio encouraged us to snap a couple quick photos. I love what he did with the shutter speed, capturing two of our favorite photos from the weekend.
The quick burst of rain also gave way to a surprise rainbow, just in time to walk down the aisle. Rainbows have a special meaning to me, and if ever there was a sign that I was marrying the right person, this was it.
Last October, Scott and I got married at the beautiful North Branch Inn up in the Catskill Mountains. We decided to have a small wedding — only forty friends and family — and knew we wanted to have it at a place where it would feel like a weekend retreat. Also, selfishly, we wanted to keep it pretty intimate in hopes that guests who had never met would feel like close friends by the end of the weekend. North Branch Inn, with its rustic but elevated upstate charm, proved to be the perfect venue for a fall wedding. It matched our Brooklyn-flea-market-chic aesthetic, and we’re happy to report that our plan worked — now a lot of our friends hang out without us!
The night before the ceremony, my sister Maggie organized a “Sharing Night.” This harkened back to an old Keenan-Bolger tradition from our hippie summer camp in Michigan, where at the end of the summer, anyone could get up and sing a song or tell a story or share a memory — except this time, it would be about Scott and me. It was not only incredibly moving (and often hilarious) for Scott and I, but the perfect icebreaker for our guests.
The morning of our ceremony, Scott and I decided that we wanted to spend the day together. We have a lot of the same friends, and it felt weird to break off into two parties to get ready. Also, I couldn’t guarantee Scott would know how to correctly iron his own shirt.
We were so lucky to be dressed by Samuelsohn, a men’s fashion line specializing in made-to-measure suits. We’d decided early on that we didn’t want matching suits, (Scott is six feet tall and I am… well, less than that), and finding something that we both looked equally handsome in wasn’t going to be easy. But with Samuelsohn, we got to go through literally hundreds of swatches of fabric to find create two custom suits that were different in colors, but complemented each other in pattern.
As for our rings, they were vintage. Neither of us felt crazy about giving thousands of dollars to the wedding-ring industry and to be honest, we liked the idea of giving a second life to an object that had been around for decades. We found our rings at Eire Basin, an antique jewelry store in Red Hook, Brooklyn. Scott’s was gold and dated from 1910 and mine was platinum and from the 1940s.
In the end, I was so glad we got ready together. Scott is my favorite person in the world, and getting to laugh and share a glass of champagne with him before the ceremony totally calmed our nerves and made that morning a memory we’ll never forget.
