Who would do such a thing? Spend months planning a picture-perfect wedding, only to leave her groom, cold, on the steps of the altar, after a speech announcing to the congregation why she did it? That person was me.
Outside the venue, a very long line winds down and around several blocks. Art aficionados wait patiently in the sun. Inside, the exhibition visitors wander and wonder. THE MARVELOUS SUGAR BABY regally inhabits the space.
Sometimes, I wake up in a cold sweat thinking about a lost moment of activism, of resistance, of assertion of lesbians' words in Ann Arbor. I think of the ways I have failed lesbians and lesbian culture.