The Proposal

I proposed to Tripp. Same sex marriage had just become legal in California (before it became illegal again because of Prop 8). We were on Kauai and we were walking somewhere. He was walking ahead of me and I patted him on his butt and said “wanna marry me?” He said “yup”. That was it. Very romantic, I know. That’s how we roll.

Before we set a date, Prop 8 passed and we couldn’t get married anymore. We were pissed, to put it mildly…fucking intolerant straights. We shelved our plans and went on as usual. Prop 8 was eventually overturned by the state Supreme Court. “Still wanna marry me?” I asked. “Yup”, he said again.

Windsor v. United States was heading to the Supreme Court and we didn’t want to miss out again. We bought our rings (Tiffany’s of course), and made an appointment at the Courthouse. My sister and one of our friends joined us and we tied the knot. That’s it. No muss, no fuss. I wanted Tripp to take my name, but he didn’t because he’s a southerner and a “the Third” (as in Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside, III. That’s why we call him Tripp. Bonus points if you get the reference). It was wonderful. I was finally married. I was finally just as good as straight people. I’d always felt somehow “less” because our love wasn’t recognized or valued.

When the Supreme Court upheld marriage equality, we celebrated and decided to celebrate our wedding with everyone. We had a huge party and we redid the ceremony, this time with all our friends and family in attendance. I had an ulterior motive. I’ve given so many wedding gifts over the years, it was nice to get some instead. Turn about is fair play.

We wrote our own vows this time. We did the standard ceremony at the courthouse and said our I do’s then, so I decided to have some fun. Tripp said something lovely which I don’t honestly remember. I, being a smart ass, wrote my vows in limerick. 5 stanzas of limericks. And this is how I wrapped it up, because we’re both nerds and we love Game of Thrones.

“So honey I love you I do, I promise to always be true. Because I adore ya, I stand here before ya, and swear to both old gods and new”

We’ve been legally married for 6 years now. I still will swear on the old gods and the new to love you, my darling Tripp.

-Your Doc❤️

Published by Locked Doc

Middle aged sub/slave reclaiming his kink and exploring Bdsm with both his husband and his Master. Always locked.

8 thoughts on “The Proposal

  1. Congratulations on 6 years! Tripp, you need to put the “locked doc” on a short leash because your steering the ship keyholder, and always remember:

    “The Night Dark & Full Of Terrors”

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