I was just watching Four Weddings and a Funeral — don’t laugh too hard. Everyone knows Andie McDowell can’t act her way out of a speeding ticket. But I wanted something sappy to play in the background while I wove in ends on the cotton sweater I’m making. (Dude, Sugar’n’Cream in red, buck fifty a skein, and I’m doing a top-down cardie — just finished the sleeves, and I’ve miles of stockinette to go to get to the bottom. Good, brainless knitting. But I do like to weave ends in when I attach the sleeves, so that the final finish is a triumphant WOOT! and not an ohshit NOW I’ve got a lot to do.)
That was a long aside. What I meant to say was this: I’d forgotten how good that movie was in terms of showing gay marriage without sermons or moral judgments, without an agenda. Simon Callow and John Hannah are the only truly happily married people in the movie, and it’s never addressed directly because it didn’t need to be. They were just together. It was refreshing and sweet and lovely.
And we’ve gone backwards since 1994, haven’t we? In November, 11 states declined to think of people like me as people who deserve the same right as all Americans. But a judge in California has the right idea. A proud moment for us. But it’s kind of exhausting, isn’t it? It’s still going to be such a battle, and the fight is ON in the city, people yelling and waving signs for both sides, and nothing will be truly decided for years and years. But one can hope.
And one can make some noise. Or at least a statement. I don’t know where y’all live out there, but I know you live a lot of different places, and you live near people with a lot of different ideas. Say something, will you? The next time you hear that guy talk about fags like that, shoot him a look. The kid behind you in the grocery store who calls his friend gay for dropping the gum on the floor — say something. Shake ’em up.
And those friends of yours who are all about saving the country money? The Congressional Budget Office predicted last year that allowing gay marriage would save the federal government almost one BILLION dollars a year. Don’t the right-wingers want that? Isn’t that enticing? That would totally be way more money to throw at the Don’t Ask Don’t Tell program that the government has spent 200 million on in the last ten years.
Enough rant. I feel sick and tired, and it’s not just politically motivated. Still fighting the sick fight — still haven’t succumbed, but I feel myself weakening. Bah. I want to go to Lala’s when she calls after band practice, but I have those hot eyes, and they’re not the good ones. You know the ones. A little feverish. Just a little. A REAL little. Take THAT, flu. Put ’em up. I’m going to go read a book in the tub. That cures all. Mwah.
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