One Small Step…
Back in May of 2009, I wrote this post about my anger and frustration on Proposition 8’s passing; my reaction was very similar to the two times Bush became the President of the United States:
OH. HELL. NO.
After much anticipation, the Honorable Judge Vaughn Walker made the decision today that Prop 8 is unconstitutional and that California “”has no interest in differentiating between same-sex and opposite-sex unions.”
When I heard that Prop 8 had passed back in November 2008, the first image that came to mind was of all the newly wed gay and lesbian couples who stood proudly with their spouse at a Gay Men’s Chorus of LA concert. These couples had that look of being deeply in love – something I thought died out with the birth of Reality TV. These were the couples you could wager not to get a divorce and walk away fully confident. But the most impressive (and touching) part of seeing those people standing? Not a single one of them looked to be under the age of fifty. Which means that these were couples who most likely had spent years and years together and were finally able to make their dream of becoming one legally true.
These people the ones who, to me at least, embodied what it truly means to enter into marriage. That’s an image that will stay with me for life.
I saw the headline when I got back from lunch, and I got a little bit teary. California will regain its reputation for being a crazy liberal place, and I can hold my head up again in front of Iowa. Most importantly, my two gay uncles (one on each side) have the right to marry.