Archive for November, 2008

Prototyping.

Thursday, November 6th, 2008

…which is, I suppose, at least better than stereotyping.

Update: speaking of type, as it turns out, at first I didn’t use the correct one. So I had to go in and, er…Change.

History Made, Still On Edge.

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

You should hear the screaming and shouting and horn-honking here in the Mission district of San Francisco at 8:01pm. The Boyfriend stopped to get champagne on his way home at the BevMo and the shelves were almost bare. I think we had a suspicion. I think there might be just one America, and not two afterall.

So there’s half of the party going on tonight in the Castro. We’ll see what happens as the State counts its ballots; hopefully we will be drinking champagne in celebration and not to dull the pain.

Getting Institutionalized.

Monday, November 3rd, 2008

The conservative course is not to banish gay people from making such commitments. It is to expect that they make such commitments. We shouldn’t just allow gay marriage. We should insist on gay marriage. We should regard it as scandalous that two people could claim to love each other and not want to sanctify their love with marriage and fidelity. -David Brooks, New York Times

While a group met in San Diego for a prayer meeting for ‘traditional’ marriage on Sunday, we like other people across the state went to a last-minute wedding with a different kind of prayer. I’m not one to say Amen, but it’s hard to disagree with a Presbyterian minister when she says that the love celebrated in a wedding is not a political act, but a divine one. She prayed that not only would Bill and Branden be united as husbands to God and community, but also would remain so in the eyes of the state and become so for the whole country. It was likewise hard not to burst into applause after everyone had signed the license and she noted softly, “It’s legal.” Amen, sister.

It’s a little bittersweet…the rush by the couples trying to get this done before the uncertainty of Tuesday’s election; the possibility that complete strangers can look at Bill and Branden, or our neighbors and friends, or even at me and The Boyfriend, and say to our faces, “You don’t have the same rights we do. We don’t think you deserve this.” We as gay people must be crazy to want this. That’s why they call it an institution, I suppose. For now we sit on pins, waiting to hear if the majority really will uphold the rights of the minority.

Bill and Branden, a million wishes for your happiness, whatever the voters decide. Forgive the gallows humor, but let’s hope the marriage lasts longer than Wednesday.