I love imagining a wedding night with Ratonhnhaké:ton; but we made promises that we won’t touch ourselves for a month before the mariage. We barely make it to the manor, we start to kiss; exploring the texture of our lips. Then, he starts to strip me gently, and finally when I’m left with garters and a lace bodysuit, he pulls me to the bed, right on top of him; passionately kisses my neck and says “You are my universe, my one and only. I am so glad that you chose me.” And the night starts…