There is a specific adrenaline rush for the just married gays at the altar. You say the words. You exchange rings. And then the officiant says the magic phrase: "By the power vested in me by the state..."
Now go break that glass. Walk down that aisle. And when you drive away, cans clattering, flip on the radio. Crank up the gay anthem of your choice. And scream: just married gays
When you kiss your spouse at the altar, don't just kiss them for the camera. Kiss them for the teenager in Alabama who thinks they will die alone. Kiss them for the grandmother who never got to marry her "best friend." Kiss them for the future, where being "just married" is just... marriage. There is a specific adrenaline rush for the