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Subject:This was sweet!
Time:04:24 am
This afternoon I saw Priscilla Queen of the Desert with my friend Sally. It's pretty much exactly what you would expect from the movie being turned into a musical-- fun, lots of flamboyant, discolicious drag queens and a plot that doesn't exactly resemble Shakespeare. We had great seats just four rows from the stage.

Sitting in front of us were two lovely men, obviously a couple. One of them was wearing a mylar sash indicating that he was celebrating his 40th birthday. The other was in a leather bar vest decorated in leather pride colors. A closer look showed that he's Mr. Bare Chest Calendar for August 2013. We congratulated the birthday boy, and asked Mr. Bare Chest how he was enjoying his calendar month. "It's almost over!"

Just before the show started, someone came out from backstage to have a chat with them. "Oh, are you going to be in the show?" asked Sally.

"Not really. They want us to make an announcement at the end."

During the bows, someone out from backstage and brought the two guys back. The cast stepped back, and the guys out onto the stage.

"Hi! I'm Johnny. This is my partner Terry. He thinks I'm here to talk about the AIDS Emergency Fund, but I'm not. Today is his 40th birthday, and we've been together for nine years." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package, and tore it open to reveal a candy ring. "Will you marry me?"
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rmd
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Time:2013-08-25 01:24 pm (UTC)
Awww!
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wild_irises
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Time:2013-08-25 03:36 pm (UTC)
Exactly what I was going to comment.
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bldrnrpdx
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Time:2013-08-25 03:38 pm (UTC)
me too!
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abostick59
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Time:2013-08-25 06:16 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't kill him (probably), and I wouldn't dump him on the spot, but pulling a stunt like that with me would provoke an agonizing reappraisal of whether or not I wanted to be involved with him in the first place.

I mean, really: in that situation there is tremendous social pressure not to say anything except "yes" -- which means it is the last place in the world a decent human being puts someone whom they care about and respect to make a crucially important decision.
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rhiannonstone
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Time:2013-08-25 06:37 pm (UTC)
I am torn between "Aww!" and this, but I am going to take the optimistic stance and assume that Johnny knows Terry well enough to know that it would be a well-received gesture (just as I'd hope my long-term partners know me well enough to know what kind of public surprises [not this kind!] would and wouldn't be well-received by me).

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whipartist
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Time:2013-08-26 12:05 am (UTC)
It didn't seem unwelcome in any way.
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whipartist
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Time:2013-08-25 11:39 pm (UTC)
Your sense of fun does not necessarily align with what other people enjoy. Presumably your partners already know how you would feel about such a thing.

Judging by their body language, there was no "crucially important decision" involved-- it was more a matter of formalizing what they already both expected in the form of a delightful surprise.
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bldrnrpdx
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Time:2013-08-26 01:40 am (UTC)
In our case, for instance, we'd already talked about it more than a little before the ritualized asking. In fact, I'd asked him to ask me (partially because I like being asked, and partially because at the time, he was the more reticent, so him asking me formally let me know that he was ready).

OTOH, if no conversation about it had ever come up before the formal asking, I might have freaked out more than a little.
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