"I was wearing my orange jumpsuit with black tennis shoes on my wedding day. And I was not able to kiss my wife.
We got married in San Francisco County Jail on Aug. 19, 2008. I remember it like it was yesterday. The jail staff told me this was the first time a same-sex marriage happened there. I was so scared and nervous.
I signed the marriage license papers in front of the notary lady from the bail bonds place across the street. My wife-to-be, Shayonna, wasn't allowed upstairs, so we signed it separately. After that, a guard took me into this little room where Shayonna was waiting. She looked so pretty. Her hair was in this little cute bun with a ponytail. She had braids and little spikes coming out of the bun. She was wearing a silver skirt with a champagne-colored shirt and orange shoes. The only thing I could do special was my hair -- I put a little ponytail at the top of my single braids.
We said our vows, and I cried like a big baby, because I couldn’t believe I was really getting married to this beautiful woman. We both said "I do," and then we took a picture. We were about to touch each other -- but the guard said we couldn't.
It was very hard for me to say "I do" and not kiss the love of my life. She had to walk out first and then they let me walk out. I was singing "Ready for Love" by India Arie.
I proposed to Shayonna soon after I landed in jail. I told her, "Now is a good time for us to get married, because we might not be able to get married when I get out of jail because same-sex marriage might not be allowed in California anymore."
She said yes.
The first pastor we found said he couldn't marry us when he found out I was a woman. But we eventually found one.
After we were married, everybody, both the guards and the inmates, were like, "Oh congratulations!"
"I'm so happy!" I replied to everybody. And I cried out, "I’m married!"
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