How did this happen? My girlfriend Alison and I, a nice couple of radical lesbian feminists, married? Us? Have we really tossed aside 11 years of self-defined stability for a sanction from the state? It's been just over a week since we shuffled through the corridors of San Francisco's City Hall with hundreds of other queers, seeking the now infamous license that dares speak its name. During those five hours in line, we bonded with the sweet thirtysomething California couple who were giving up their statewide domestic-partnership rights to get married after eight years together.... Read more