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Our Veins Bleed Rainbow One man and one woman take marriage vows: exchange glistening rings, mimic oaths of tradition, lean forward to kiss, and swear eternal love. Family and friends applaud, their claps echoing like a thunderstorm, showering the couple with hope, praise, acceptance. We of a different kind watch in confusion. Don’t we have access to glittering bands of gold? Are we not familiar with promises of faith and dedication? Yet all of our gestures of union are denied. Are we not of flesh and blood? Can we not feel the fingers of lovers entwined? Do the passions, fears, anger, doubts, and joy passed through lips know ge