The New Yorker has a tremendous personal essay this week by publishing exec Ben Loehnen.

On marrying his husband: “Once a cynic about marriage, I came to think that my ring was magic. This piece of metal, an object of no utility whatsoever, soon became my most prized possession. I loved the comfort and the aesthetic and the power of wearing it. I also came to appreciate that wearing a ring sent a signal.”

Go read it right now!