Sex

There Goes The Bride

A matrimonial experimentMetal clamps are fastened on my back and my limbs are contorted like a praying mantis. I fall backward into the arms of a man who gently lays me on the ground in a sea of white.

To the average person, this probably sounds like a terrifying scene from the nuthouse, with the patient stuffed into a straightjacket. For me, it’s just about the equivalent: a day spent in a wedding gown. But sometimes the opportunity to get a taste of normalcy is so tempting that I simply can’t resist.

That’s how I landed at Indra Salon in Andover on a recent Sunday morning, cast in a photo shoot for a book about brides. The brainchild of 17-year-old up-and-comer Phil Picardi, the book will depict numerous bridal scenarios — everything from mafia and Barbie brides to geisha and biker ones. I was pegged for “Pride Bride” because I’m a homo.