Eleven years ago I met a boy.
And he made me smile and laugh. He bought me flowers and held open doors. We would sing, and shake our asses, and have silly string fights in the living room. We had so much fun. And gawd was he hot. I endured three hours in a 15 year old truck with virtually no brakes just to see him. He drove hours to see me even though he didn’t know if I was was working or not. (This was back when most folks didn’t have cell phones, Ya’ll.) I did whatever I could to see him. He made me laugh. And he made me smile. And after a few months I realized, as he did, that we loved each other. God, help us both, we were in love.
We loved each other. We didn’t want anyone else. We just wanted each other.
Whatever this girl wanted to do, he did. For my part, I sold the camera that my Father bought for me to pay for the insurance on a car that was barely street legal. I wanted to move to where he was, just to be near him.
We were in love.
How would you feel if you weren’t allowed to be married to the one you love? That person who makes you feel alive? The one who you want to tell all of your secrets to? The one who you want to run home to at the end of a really shitty day? The one who you can’t imagine life without? The one who makes the butterflies show up at just the thought of them. You know that feeling, right?
Well let’s just say that you can’t marry them. The Parents don’t approve.
“But we’re responsible adults… We have good jobs, we pay our bills… Hell, we even vote…”
Too bad, so sad.
“Okay, can you explain why?”
No, it’s just not right.
“Okay, I understand that you’re against this, could you give me a legitimate reason why?”
No. Now go brush your teeth, go to bed, and forget about this nonsense.
All of those emotions, those legitimate feelings, kicked under the rug, basically, dismissed. All because someone out there, your Mother, your Father, or someone as insignificant as someone you don’t even know says that “It’s wrong.”
That’s their only response.
Tell me how messed up that would be? How hurt would you be? You aren’t allowed the basic rights that everyone else has.
Who are THEY to judge what is right and what is wrong?
They don’t even know me. They don’t know what we have.
This past week in the state of Maine a great injustice was dealt to one of my closest friends and many others, and it’s pissing me the hell off.
I’m talking about Gay marriage rights.
Who are WE to decide? Honestly.
Think about this.
How many relationships do you know of (gay, straight, or other) that have ended because of one reason or another?
Infidelity. Dishonesty. Jealousy. Money issues. Trust issues. Total incompatibility. “We rushed into it.” You name it, the excuses and reasons are out there. And every single person who has an excuse believes that it’s legitimate.
And to those people, it IS legitimate.
Let’s face it folks, we’re all human. We all have real feelings and emotions and we’re driven by the same things.
Gay or straight.
We’re all people. We’re all human.
To tell anyone that they can’t marry someone because it’s just not right?
What the HELL. This is not right, and it needs to end. It needs to end now.
Love is love.
Don’t you dare tell me, or any of my people, who we are allowed to love and who we aren’t.
Love is love.