Today was a weird day
I watched and was a part of some amazing people take over the streets of downtown today fighting an amendment that would deny them right afforded to the rest of us.
Straight White Male Guilt. I felt it today.
One year and one month ago I got to march down the isle and stand in front of everyone waiting for the person I loved to walk out and meet me.
I got to (along with the rest of our friends and family) gasp for air because that person walking towards me looked so beautiful and I was so in love I couldn't even breathe. I thought I would pass out I was so anxious and excited.
We exchanged vows and pledged to spend the rest of our lives, living for each other.
We wrote our own vows.
Our ceremony was in a backyard.
Our "priest" was a friend who knew us well.
We don't have any plans to have children.
My wife is Mexican. I am White.
I didn't realize I was in an "interracial" relationship until we were dating for a few years. It didn't even cross my mind to be honest.
When I proposed to her, all nervous and sweaty worried about what she would say... I didn't even think about the idea that some would think it was wrong.
There was no one protesting at our wedding. No one sent back my "filed jointly" tax returns this year. No one told me I couldn't go see my wife in the hospital.
41 years ago, that would not have been the case. My lovely bride and I would be looked down upon, our marriage wouldn't have been recognized
I really hope it doesn't take 41 years for the friends I made at the protest today to get to feel how I did when I watched my wife walk down the isle.
It saddens me enough to think about how every memory that I have with my wife, that a gay/lesbian/bi/trans-gender couple feels the same thing but with a "some restrictions apply" note at the bottom.
The excitement of the other people near our booth at the Italian joint I proposed in, would (if votes are any indication) would have only been shared with 46% of the people there.
We were offered wine, gift certificates, well wishes, and people were so excited for us it was unreal. That would not have been the case if we were a GLBT couple. Someone there would feel it's their place to prevent it.
This lesbian couple next to me had pictures of the day they got married on their protest signs. On the signs it said "my marriage means something".
They looked so fucking beautiful and happy in the pictures. They looked SO happy. That's all that matters.
I can't imagine getting in the way of love.
When I didn't have love, I knew I wanted it.
When I did have it, and it wasn't right, it hurt.
When I finally found a love that was right, I got married.
It should be that easy for everyone. EVERYONE. EVERYONE.
Caring about things that only directly effect us is not ok.
Prop 102 set our civil rights back 30 plus years.
I will not sit by, and watch something that I took for granted (most of us do) be denied to other people.
I've always stood up for gay rights in conversation, on stage, online, in school and everywhere else it was easy for me to
This is my issue, this is my calling, this is my action.
Today changed my life.
Straight White Male Guilt. I felt it today.
One year and one month ago I got to march down the isle and stand in front of everyone waiting for the person I loved to walk out and meet me.
I got to (along with the rest of our friends and family) gasp for air because that person walking towards me looked so beautiful and I was so in love I couldn't even breathe. I thought I would pass out I was so anxious and excited.
We exchanged vows and pledged to spend the rest of our lives, living for each other.
We wrote our own vows.
Our ceremony was in a backyard.
Our "priest" was a friend who knew us well.
We don't have any plans to have children.
My wife is Mexican. I am White.
I didn't realize I was in an "interracial" relationship until we were dating for a few years. It didn't even cross my mind to be honest.
When I proposed to her, all nervous and sweaty worried about what she would say... I didn't even think about the idea that some would think it was wrong.
There was no one protesting at our wedding. No one sent back my "filed jointly" tax returns this year. No one told me I couldn't go see my wife in the hospital.
41 years ago, that would not have been the case. My lovely bride and I would be looked down upon, our marriage wouldn't have been recognized
I really hope it doesn't take 41 years for the friends I made at the protest today to get to feel how I did when I watched my wife walk down the isle.
It saddens me enough to think about how every memory that I have with my wife, that a gay/lesbian/bi/trans-gender couple feels the same thing but with a "some restrictions apply" note at the bottom.
The excitement of the other people near our booth at the Italian joint I proposed in, would (if votes are any indication) would have only been shared with 46% of the people there.
We were offered wine, gift certificates, well wishes, and people were so excited for us it was unreal. That would not have been the case if we were a GLBT couple. Someone there would feel it's their place to prevent it.
This lesbian couple next to me had pictures of the day they got married on their protest signs. On the signs it said "my marriage means something".
They looked so fucking beautiful and happy in the pictures. They looked SO happy. That's all that matters.
I can't imagine getting in the way of love.
When I didn't have love, I knew I wanted it.
When I did have it, and it wasn't right, it hurt.
When I finally found a love that was right, I got married.
It should be that easy for everyone. EVERYONE. EVERYONE.
Caring about things that only directly effect us is not ok.
Prop 102 set our civil rights back 30 plus years.
I will not sit by, and watch something that I took for granted (most of us do) be denied to other people.
I've always stood up for gay rights in conversation, on stage, online, in school and everywhere else it was easy for me to
This is my issue, this is my calling, this is my action.
Today changed my life.