Some weeks ago I attended my first same-sex marriage. My dear friends Laura and Paula made their love legal and it was a mighty proud day for them and their loved ones. After the ceremony Laura's father hugged Paula and choking back tears I overheard him warmly congratulate her, "Welcome to my family." I told my friend Brad about that poignant moment and he said, "And that's one of the real points that the opposition doesn't get about same-sex marriage - the idea of actually becoming family." I've known Laura since 1983 and ours is a friendship for the ages and I am quite fond of her wife - they are a perfect couple! They had a civil ceremony in the park just behind West Hollywood City Hall. There was an assembly-line of marriages going on - every 15 minutes, move 'em in move 'em out. Understandable seeing as how there are so many years worth of marriages to make up for in these new and advancing times. Actually, I was kind of glad that the ceremony was short because I was in danger of becoming a blubbering fool - seeing my little Laura grow'd up so fast! Anyway, before the wedding party showed up my friend Joe and I got to the park a little early and there were a couple of guys waiting for a lesbian wedding. They kept complaining about their tardiness, it was an unconfortably hot day and you know how those bitchy queens can be and the quips kept on coming, "Damn, these lesbians can't even be on time for their own wedding!" Finally Joe leaned over and whispered the winning line, "Looks like 'The L Word' stands for: late!"