Remember Amy, one of the women featured in Strange Love: Married to the Eiffel Tower (a documentary that, several months ago, hit it big with curious YouTube viewers)? In the documentary, Amy identified herself as an objectum sexual, or a person who finds physically, emotionally, and sexually attracted to inanimate objects. Fans of the eye-opening documentary probably best remember Amy for her then boyfriend, a magic-carpet style amusement park ride called 1001 Nacht. On screen, the bond between Amy and the (no pun intended) object of her affections was stirring: bizarre, more intimate than I could have imagined, and, perhaps most fascinatingly, very . . . well . . . genuine.
I suppose it’s no surprise then that yesterday, the UK Telegraph announced Amy’s official engagement to her lover of 10 years. That’s right: Amy and 1001 Nacht are getting hitched. Amy’s apparently even going to take the last name ‘Weber’ after the ride’s manufacturer (though I wish she would’ve been more direct and picked ‘Nacht’–for real, Amy Nacht sounds like a rock goddess conjured from the fires of music Valhalla). No word yet on the nuptials: whether Nacht’s German-Arabian heritage will work its way into ceremonial proceedings, whether friend and fellow OS-person Erika (also featured in the film) will appear alongside her wife, the Eiffel Tower, or, more seriously, who or what kind of official will usher these two into wedded bliss?
Then again, does it matter? Whether the marriage is recognized by law may not be the top concern of the future Mrs. Amy Weber, who, according to the Telegraph, is committed, joyous, and just head-over-heels in what seems to be a very real love with her betrothed. I gotta say, I’m kind of happy for them–okay, still a little baffled by this whole thing, but, hey, she seems legitimately happy. Like she says in the article: ‘I’m not hurting anyone and I can’t help it . . . It’s a part of who I am.’
Now, the film does also explore the strange and often very tragic network of psychological histories leading these women from human connections. There’s something bittersweetly saddening about Amy and Erika: not just their troubled social pasts, but the sadness that they’re missing the magical human parts of love–warm arms, restful shoulders, shared smiles. And yet they reject those things for a million painful, difficult, and sympathetic reasons. So I’m happy for Amy, who, if you read the article (or look at the Telegraph’s image above) is, beyond all the weirdness, just another woman ecstatically, effortlessly, incredibly in love.
photo courtesy of Telegraph.co.uk