I came across this happy little article the other day:
Two women, one of whom is Coquille, will be getting married next May with the Coquille Indian Tribe:
As a federally recognized sovereign nation, the tribe is not bound by the Oregon’s Constitution. The tribe recently adopted a law that recognizes same-sex marriage and extends to gay and lesbian partners, at least one of whom must be a Coquille, all tribal benefits of marriage.
The Coquilles (which tribal leaders prefer to pronounce KO-kwell) are probably the first tribe in the nation to legalize same-sex marriage, says Brian Gilley, a University of Vermont anthropology professor and author of the book, “Becoming Two-Spirit: Gay Identity and Social Acceptance in Indian Country.”
(read the rest at The Bilerico Report)
I wonder if they’ll get Hallmark cards:
Most states don’t recognize gay marriage — but now Hallmark does.
The nation’s largest greeting card company is rolling out same-sex wedding cards — featuring two tuxedos, overlapping hearts or intertwined flowers, with best wishes inside. ”Two hearts. One promise,” one says.
(read the rest at The Advocate)
This domino effect reminds me of the mid-90s when dotcoms started offering domestic partnership benefits, and then the Fortune 500 followed, and then cities and some states followed them. It’s all beginning to come together…
Nicola Griffith 
That’s all brilliant.
Yes. Life good.
my wife and i live in oregon and we’ve gotten married and had it overturned by the courts, and now we have domestic partnerships and the opposition has been trying to get something on the ballot to overturn that. My wife asked me “how many time do we have to get married” :)
As many as it takes. In as many states as necessary.
alisa, congrats for each one, commiserations for all the overturning. Kelley and I have been married once–in the back garden of our house in Atlanta in 1993, before family and friends–and not in the sight of the law. We signed up for the Washington State legal stuff, but we had no ceremony. We won’t marry again until it has legal force on the federal level. Then, woo!, we’ll have a party!
We are married. We acknowledge it in our names and in our conversations.We aren’t married in California but act as though we are anyway.From time to time she asks me, while idly twisting our wedding bands on her finger, will you marry me?I too succumb to that urge from time to time. I’ve asked her thrice.But neithter of us seem to want to ask anyone else’s permission to live the way we want.We are married by love and spirit and trust and our unending life together.