/ A blogumn by Redheaded Stepchild Hallo, Fierce and Nerdy community! I’m Redheaded Stepchild, a 30 year-old queer singer/actor living in Brooklyn.  The fabulous Ernessa invited me to blog here bi-weekly about the rigors and joys of planning a wedding/commitment ceremony, as I’ll be getting hitched to my ladylove, BabyPowerDyke (note: she’s not a baby; she’s a Power-Dyke-in-training) sometime in the fall of 2010.  (Cause we’re broke actor-types, y’all, and can’t get it together to throw the party that we want for a little bit.) Posts will range from wedding logistics to the hypnotic awfulness of Bridezillas to the concept of legal marriage versus emotional commitment.  I hope you’ll chime in with your own wedding/commitment ceremony/Big Ol’ Love Party stories and tell me what other wedding cake shows I need to be watching, because Amazing Wedding Cakes is now in my DVR.  Bizarre.  But true. Let’s start with the Brooklyn Municipal Building, shall we?  On Wednesday, the ladyfriend and I went to everyone’s favorite drab bureaucracy and got ourselves legally recognized. On our 4-year anniversary, no less.  BPD recently got a job that offers her health insurance (hallelujah!) and will offer me health insurance as soon as they get a copy of our domestic partnership certificate (double hallelujah!), so rather than waiting for our ceremony in 2010, we got our paperwork done in favor of healthcare for both of us (triple hallelujah!). We had been cautioned not to let the administrative hoo-ha interfere with the significance of the event, and boy do I owe that cautioner a beer.  Going down to City Hall to fill out paperwork is the least romantical thing I can imagine.  First we stood in line to get an application, then we stood in line to get the application processed,...