Single-Minded: I've always dreamed of having a white wedding. My still-unmarried lesbian mother never had that luxury.
When I get married (yeah, I said it -- "when," not "if"), my mother will be the one to walk me down the aisle. Because the other side of my DNA forfeited, as a single parent Frances wins the job by default. So if the image of two women strutting hand in hand down the gangplank of matrimony makes a grand statement supporting feminism and abolishing paternalistic ownership, it's entirely unintended. Sort of.
The only thing that truly bothers me about my remix of every little Huxtable fan's fantasy is that I might not be able to return the favor for my mom someday. See, Frances, my mother, is a woman who loves women -- in the biblical sense. She is gay -- an indelible fact that made our life together at once difficult and daring.
Frances is also single. She's never been married, despite having received more than a few requests from men who clearly weren't too quick on the uptake. I've never pictured my mother walking down the aisle in a white dress. (Or, in her case, a dashiki.)
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