It was love at first sight, many sights later.
Appropriately, it happened during an archery session in Queens. Literal arrows, Cupid’s arrows—in this case, there was no difference and suddenly, the way Blake had always seen MacKenzie was no longer the way she always saw her. Blake ended the day by kissing MacKenzie on the cheek but it wouldn’t be until the night MacKenzie called her feelings for Blake a “crush” instead of a “girl crush” that it would be a real kiss: a first kiss, and as the two women tell it, an inevitability.
MacKenzie always thought it would be a given that she would get married. She had talked about it with her boyfriend, but that was before. Before the crush and the sweaty palms, before Blake’s confidence and swagger, before Blake. And then MacKenzie would come to experience the total and complete realization that, overnight, she went from having the right to marry the person she loved to having to fight anonymous legislators and strangers who didn’t know the first thing about her for that very same right.
For Blake, marriage was perhaps just another way to define a straight relationship, and she had spent most of her adult life self-defining her romantic relationships. But then MacKenzie happened, and DOMA would be struck down, and she would come to see just how many rights were tied to marriage, and how that could be important, not just legally, but personally. She and MacKenzie would still define their relationship on their own terms, but a legal marriage should be part of that definition if they wanted it. It should be a part of everyone’s definition of a relationship if they wanted it.
And so it was, love at first sight because the sights that had been seen, and the things that had happened before suddenly didn’t matter so much anymore.