Weddings are so damn emotional.
The happy couple puts in months, sometimes years, of meticulous planning into this one ultra-important night.
Spent money they don’t have.
There’s so much on the line.
It’s the first night of the rest of their lives.
Couples always think it’s smooth sailing once they make it through the ceremony.
Alcohol hasn’t even been introduced into the equation yet.
The most dangerous part comes at the end of the night.
The drinks are flowing.
Your regular sized husband has his guard down.
I’ll go ahead and address the elephant in the room.
The bride is a little person.
It took me a second to realize it as well.
At first I thought she was so shocked by what was happening that she fell to the floor.
I don’t want to jump to conclusions.
I know it happens all the time.
And I don’t know a thing about this couple’s relationship.
But I do know this is not the first time those two gentleman have kissed.
That wasn’t a fun, friendly kiss between a couple of bros.
He ran his hand up the groom’s leg and brushed his penis.
He grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tight.
The groom kissed him back.
To me, that looked like a kiss of passion between forbidden lovers.
This is the look of a man who knows something terrible as just happened.
But relationships are complex.
Sexuality is a spectrum.
This man could very well be bi-sexual.
The bride very well may know this.
You gotta exercise some self control there.
No matter how full and beautiful his lips are looking that night.
I’d like to attend a wedding like this some day.
I don’t want to see it happen to someone I love.
That would fucking rule.
I’d love to experience a chaos wedding at least once.
I need to find some less stable friends.
