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Standing on Ceremony: The Gay Marriage Plays, a bouquet of one acts, playlets and vignettes on same-sex marriage, has been flung from one coast to the other — from Los Angeles, where it was born as a series of benefits to protest the passage of Proposition 8, which prohibits gay marriage, to New York, where it's being used to celebrate that newly legislated right with a run at the Minetta Lane Theatre (it closes Dec. 18).

There is much to say, pro and con, on the matter, so new plays may be added to the mix as it goes along, and a rotating cast of players will be brought in (à la Love, Loss, and What I Wore at the Westside Theatre) to keep it in a perpetual spin.

Doug Wright, a Tony and Pulitzer Prize winner for I Am My Own Wife, made it just under the wire before Proposition 8 passed and wed singer–songwriter David Clement in a simple ceremony in Santa Monica, with their parents in attendance.

	Doug Wright
	photo by Monica Simoes

California, he pointed out, "did not invalidate the 8,000 marriages that happened [before Proposition 8], but it's a remarkably perverse thing, as you travel across the country, to have to check state-by-state to see if, in fact, you are still married."

Wright's contribution to the evening — On Facebook — adheres to his modus operandi. He plucked clean much of the actual spoken dialogue in the documentary Grey Gardens for his musical book of the same (and he's doing it again to Hands on a Hard Body, which musically lifts off in the spring at La Jolla Playhouse).

"I may be the detritus of history," he quips. "When they asked me to do this, I immediately thought of a Facebook thread I had the bad judgment to get involved in about two years ago where a number of people — some in favor of gay marriage and some very much opposed — were tackling the issue behind the safety of their computer screens. I think, when we're talking online, sometimes we're far more candid and explosive than we are in person. People say the most outrageous things, so my play is six strangers in front of their computers opining about gay marriage."

No, London Mosquitoes, in the Moisés Kaufman play by that name, are not gay mosquitoes. "They are," he explains patiently, "mosquitoes who evolved into a new species when trapped underground in the London subway a hundred years ago. My play is about a 70-year-old man delivering a eulogy for his lover of 50 years. The question he poses is: If you've been with somebody that long and, suddenly, people start asking if you're going to get married just because you now can, what does that say for all those 50 years? What were you doing then? You were just boyfriends?"