How I made a d20 engagement ring for my secret lesbian D&D proposal
I proposed to my girlfriend after a session of Dungeons and Dragons, with an engagement ring that held not a diamond, but a twenty-sided die. When I hit on the d20 ring, I knew it would be perfect for her… Plus, cheesy as it sounds, I do feel like I rolled a natural 20 when I started dating her.
Because I’m a woman in a relationship with another woman, there are no traditions on who proposes to whom. My girlfriend tends to think of herself as the guy of the relationship, but I’m not all that into traditional gender roles, so I decided to propose anyways. But how?
A scenic lakeside nautical wedding
Brittany and Judy, both looking as if they walked out of a magazine (including a super fab pantsuit that reminds me of this one), had their wedding at the equally drool-inducing Horseshoe Bay Resort in Austin, Texas. The views from the ceremony site will blow you away. Christina Carroll Photography captured the day and couldn’t help herself from getting into the joy and epic wattage smiles. Who could blame her? Now go check out the first look, matching bouquets, lakeside views, and nautical details.
Austin Queer Weddings: “Super fun! Super gay! For your super queer wedding day!”
This year Austin photographer Erica Nix is branching out on her own and in a very special way… with her new photography venture called Austin Queer Weddings. We’re super excited about her new, specialized photography business, the inspiration behind it, and the special discount she’s offering for our wonderful gay and allied readers…
Learning to say goodbye to a happy singlehood
When the girl of my dreams accepted my proposal, I thought that was the happy ending to my single-hood. Bam! You’re engaged, it’s what you wanted and worked for, proceed to have a bridal glow till you walk down the aisle! Right? Wrong. I felt like there must be something wrong with me. I wasn’t as happy as I should be.
Lying in bed one night, sleepless and guilty, I started googling “Cold Feet.” Among the fairly unhelpful articles, there was one titled, “Mourning my single self.” Upon reading it, I had such a moment of epiphany that I was surprised the choir of angels didn’t wake my fiance up.