Let HIM eat cake!
Being a cake lover from an early age, I longed for the day when I would marry and get the “King of Cakes" — the Wedding Cake. For some it’s the wedding gown for others it’s the fairy tale but
for me it was strictly for a wedding cake—the cake lover’s trophy or Oscar, or Pulitzer Prize.
To get that cake I decided to marry myself on December 18, 1993 in Santa Monica at a blues bar called Mr. B’s This happened before the Internet but the story was covered worldwide via television, radio, magazines and newspapers.
Soon others were taking the leap into self-marriage and though it’s not legal and binding it is a statement of empowerment and of celebrating oneself.