I am fully anticipating that something - perhaps many things - will not go according to plan on our actual wedding day. If some of the flowers are wilted, or there aren't enough vegetarian meals, or the priest calls me the wrong name, I will embrace these errors.

It took two months from the day my fiance proposed to my first Google search for 'wedding planning: how?' Now, let me interrupt myself here and share how much I hate using the word 'fiance.' It's so fancy, and it's hard not to sound like a jerk saying it. Which is why I will be using my own word for fiance: gloob.

I am many things, but one of the things I am is a lesbian.

I dress according to what suits me and what I am comfortable in.

When there are things that don't go according to plan, London will cope.

It's taken me years to embrace the softer elements of who I am and let that shine some.