My dream wedding…?

So my fiancee asked me to marry him in front of the parade at Dragon*Con 2016. I wish I had a quarter for every time I’ve heard “So when are you two gonna get married?” :/ The answer is: when we bloody well please. 

More accurately, we want it to be about a year-long engagement, AND I want to have my top surgery before I get married. So I haven’t given the thing much thought.

That being said, I’m reasonably certain I want there to be trees. With fairy lights all up in there, for an extra-magical atmosphere. 

I want one of my co-workers to sing at my wedding (yep, if you’re reading this, that means you, Yoshi). 

The bottom line with what I want out of the whole wedding thing is just a big-ass party with delicious cake and quality (like top-shelf) booze and sick music, all for the purposes of showing how much Gabe and I love each other. 

Another vital component: I want to be beautiful and wearing something fabulous; I want to turn some heads.

If I didn’t care about any of the above, I’d just drive us down to the courthouse tomorrow and get us married. But I’m pagan and poly and I LOVE pageantry, so these things must be taken into account. 

I definitely want something symbolizing openness, you know? Like yes, I’m binding myself to this man for life, which will remain true and hold fast until I die, but that doesn’t mean he’s the only one I have playtime with (just so you know, the poly thing has DEFINITELY been discussed, and was brought up [by me] when he proposed [just to make sure it’s all cool!]). 

Also I’m kind of a symbolism enthusiast, so I’m sure my pagan influences are going to inform some if not all of the stylistic choices I make with my wedding.

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I’m wearing the ring.

I’ve been wondering when I should start “actually blogging” here and not just posting poetry. Also as the weeks have gone by, I’ve been keeping myself from starting as no topic I’ve thought of has been “good enough”. As the creation of this blog represents a beginning of sorts for me, it makes sense to start the personal posts with another personal beginning: On the Saturday of Dragon*Con, 2016, my boyfriend of one year asked me to marry him. We were outside in our Gravity Falls cosplay (he was Bill, I was Dipper), watching the Dragon*Con parade go by with our friend Cody (they were a casual Tracer from Overwatch), when he gently took me aside and I KNEW it was coming I KNEW this was it.

And it was. He presented me with a beautiful ring (a silver tree branch with an opal, perfection) and asked me to marry him and I said yes. I’m actually really glad he didn’t go down on one knee, as this would have prompted the people around us to simultaneously lose their flippin’ minds, and I didn’t want that. I wanted his proposal to just be our moment, and it was. No need getting massive amounts of people involved; I may be poly but it’s him I want to marry.

I asked him, “Okay, knowing everything you know about me…are you super sure?” and he said he was. Also Cody knew ahead of time and was filming the moment as it happened. I’m so glad it was recorded.

I love him so much and I can’t wait to be his spouse.