Hallelujah! My world is round again. Last week, a federal judge overturned the voter-approved ban on same-sex marriage in California instituted by Proposition 8. Finally. It’s about time.
A last frontier
I was staying with a friend who lives in the gayest of the gay neighborhoods in San Francisco when Prop 8 was first voted in. It was a dark day indeed. I wanted to run up and hug every person on the street and say, “I’m sorry. I voted for you.” But everyone was so sad, hardly anyone spoke. Frankly, I was in shock.
Like many, I was raised in the 1970’s to think being gay was a sin. My mother believed that gay people could be reformed by just praying hard and letting go of their wayward thoughts. Then my sister came out of the bisexual closet and introduced us to her new girlfriend. Mom, who loves her children dearly and has always said, “the relationship is more important than being right,” found herself eating crow and doing an about face (Go Mom!).
When the propaganda was thrashing around before the Prop 8 election, I was living in conservative Monterey County, where I was shocked to find “YES ON PROP 8″ signs in my neighbor’s yard, causing my hubby and me to wonder what the hell we were doing in such a town. But I didn’t think it would actually go through. After all, the constitution very clearly supports equal rights for all. And marriage (and the emotional, societal, and fiscal benefits that accompany it) is simply another right. To me, the battle against gay marriage is one of the last frontiers. As we look back in history in amazement that anyone ever had to fight to free slaves, to allow women to vote, or to grant equal rights to people of color, we will do the same for the rights of homosexuals. It is clear. The constitution protects us. We are equal human beings, regardless of race, gender, or religious preference. The arguments against gay marriage are simply madness in my opinion.
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