“So, where are you getting married?”
My boss, a local lady, pauses. Perhaps she says nothing because she has no clue where Iowa is, or simply because there is nothing elegant about leaving the tropical island of Guam to get married in a small town in Iowa. But getting married in a place of my choice is one privilege I lack.
I have known for most of my life that I was attracted to other girls. Up until my second year of college, I attempted to live the life of a straight girl. I tried for my Disney movie ending, but every attempt ended in more misery than the previous. Eventually, I stopped lying to myself. Then I met the woman I would convince to propose to (since she is thought of as the more masculine one in our relationship) and marry me.
Still waiting on that happily, ever after ending.
As frustrating as it is, growing up in a time where people like myself still have to fight for having the same human rights, I consider myself lucky to be able to see what is become what once was.