In 1984, my sister was married in a large Catholic, Mexican American wedding. As her younger, gay brother, I assisted and observed; happy to be included and supportive. The event remains the happiest day the Huerta family has ever experienced because after tragedy and loss, our “family wedding” allowed a young and naïve family to celebrate who we were and what we had.
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