Last weekend I hung out with my favorite couple – Sue and Amanda.
When I am with Sue and Amanda—when Amanda brings Sue flowers at happy hour, when they tell a story together, when they kiss when they think no one's looking—I want to be lesbian too. I want to listen to the Indigo Girls with my eyes closed, wear reasonable shoes, and write love letters to Rachel Maddow. Their love makes my soul happy.
They have been together for over five years, and I am sure that in the eyes of each other, their families, their friends, and the kind of God I could believe in – they are married. But not according to the courts in 49 states.
Meanwhile, I – aging party-girl, serial polygamist – am trying to “make it work” with a dyslexic egomaniac who probably spells “marriage” with no “i”. In the six months of our acquaintance, we have broken up, gotten back together, almost gotten back together, discussed getting back together, and vowed never to get back together about eighty times. And yet, we are able to get married, get divorced, get married again, almost get married, discuss getting married without any legal barriers.
Yeah, life is unfair. But there is a standard deviation to injustice that I can rationalize. Beyond that sigma, it becomes unacceptable.
The pendulum swings too slowly, and life is not long enough to wait, so I am suiting up for equal rights, starting with the National Equality March on October 10-11. Let’s all go!
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I am in!
ReplyDeleteI am definitely in as well.
ReplyDeleteI may not be available for the event, but I would like to express my deep feeling that all modern partnerships deserve the rights given to a "married couple".
ReplyDeleteI've watched family members die with their significant other as the only person standing there who truly spent their life devoted to the individual laying in the hospital bed, and without any expectation of reward from the event. How many straight families have I seen that are standing there waiting for their inheiritance...? Too many.
These moments in time have always reminded me that love possesses a deeper meaning than gender or bias. There is no other way to explain it. You simply care about someone all the way, or you don't.
~b