A reason to unpack that last box
I had a rant all lined up for today. It's one I've been going over and over in my head lately. But I'm smiling right now, so I can't bring myself to rant. But I will point out a few of the points as they contribute to understanding the brightness and warmth of my smile.
The passing of Prop 8 angered me. And not just on a failure of civil rights level, but on a personal level that I couldn't quite nail down. Though I am bi, it wasn't like I needed to fight for the right to marry John. But there was something very personal nagging me there. And last night I found the words to express it.
See, I was watching gays and lesbians get denied the right to legal marriage... because their definition of marriage differed from the 'societal norm.' And I felt like a hypocrite because so does my definition. I hated the idea that I could get by on a technicality though. The technicality being that the clerk who would issue us a license would never know that the idea of monogamy (generally considered a staple of marriage) is not something we ascribe to.
Add to that the hypocrisy that if I took the average sort of person who voted for Prop 8 and told them that we plan to marry, but not to be monogamous... they might bristle, they might disapprove, they might tell us we're sinners bound for hell, they might say that we're wrong. But they would not try to deny us the right to marry. So what makes one differing definition more dangerous than another?
But today, I'm smiling. Today I am happy. At least for right now, I have never felt more at home in this state.
From Fox News, for irony points
The passing of Prop 8 angered me. And not just on a failure of civil rights level, but on a personal level that I couldn't quite nail down. Though I am bi, it wasn't like I needed to fight for the right to marry John. But there was something very personal nagging me there. And last night I found the words to express it.
See, I was watching gays and lesbians get denied the right to legal marriage... because their definition of marriage differed from the 'societal norm.' And I felt like a hypocrite because so does my definition. I hated the idea that I could get by on a technicality though. The technicality being that the clerk who would issue us a license would never know that the idea of monogamy (generally considered a staple of marriage) is not something we ascribe to.
Add to that the hypocrisy that if I took the average sort of person who voted for Prop 8 and told them that we plan to marry, but not to be monogamous... they might bristle, they might disapprove, they might tell us we're sinners bound for hell, they might say that we're wrong. But they would not try to deny us the right to marry. So what makes one differing definition more dangerous than another?
But today, I'm smiling. Today I am happy. At least for right now, I have never felt more at home in this state.
From Fox News, for irony points