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If you're stuck in a relationship quandary, or if you're looking for sexual harmony,

well, there's nothing you can't ask on the Savage Lovecast.

So on Friday morning, June 26th, when I woke up, I was married to my husband, Terry, in Washington.

And if we wanted to be single, if I did not want to be married, I had to drive to Nebraska to become a single man again.

By Friday afternoon, I had to go farther to be a single man again.

The United States Supreme Court in a decision authored by Justice Anthony Kennedy, who is going to go down in history as a hero to the LGBT

civil equality movement, decided that the Constitution did indeed guarantee, wrote that

the Constitution did indeed guarantee two same-sex couples under equal protections grounds,

the right to marry. And, Kbbly, the world blew up.

And I was suddenly a married man in all 50 states and same-sex couples could get married in all 50 states.

It was already legal in 37.

There were just 13 holdouts and they all got marriage equality on June 26th or just marriage.

We can just call it marriage now.

But Friday afternoon I got on an airplane and I flew to Australia.

I was going to Melbourne in perhaps the worst timed speaking gig I have ever agreed to do, a gig that I very much enjoyed.

I spoke to a bunch of doctors in Melbourne, Australia, and I went to talk to doctors about why

so many of their patients are afraid to talk to them about their sex lives.

And it was a great gig, but I agreed to it about a year and a half ago. And I was stuck.

I couldn't get out of it on June 26, 2015, when I wanted to do nothing more than lay in bed

with my husband in all 50 states, when I wanted to consummate that new deal 50 times, once for you, Alabama, once for you, Texas,

once for you, New Hampshire, I had to get on an airplane and fly to Australia and be a single man.

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