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zana16But fuck it. California, you fucking let us down.
Let me tell you about my cousin. My cousin is a gorgeous thirty-something elementary school teacher. She met the love of her life. They moved in together and were all set to live happily ever after.
Then a few years ago, in San Francisco, there was an experiment. Same-sex couples were issued marriage licenses, mostly to see if the legal challenges could stand up in court. My cousin and her partner got married. They'd never expected to be able to do that. But they did.
And the court told them their marriage didn't count.
They started to plan on having kids. They decided to have a commitment ceremony. Which was gorgeous, and I'm lucky enough to belong to a family where same-sex couples are a non-issue. Everyone was happy for them, though after the ceremony several people said privately wouldn't it be great if this were "real", but fortunately they didn't say this in the presence of the brides.
Outside of a small circle of friends, their marriage wasn't "real."
They had two wonderful children together, and had to go through a zillion legal hoops so that their children could belong to both of them, that there'd be clear custody if one of them were to die or something. Which was shitty about the legal hoops, but awesome about the kids, who are possibly the cutest things ever (not that I'm biased or anything).
Then, then California seemed like it was getting its act together. The courts said that marriage licenses to same-sex couples would be recognized now. We all rejoiced.
So a few months ago, my cousin and her wife of five years got married for a third time.
And now you fuckers tell them that their marriage doesn't count. That commitment means nothing. That their love is somehow not valid because... because why? Seriously, I just don't get it.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
Let me tell you about my cousin. My cousin is a gorgeous thirty-something elementary school teacher. She met the love of her life. They moved in together and were all set to live happily ever after.
Then a few years ago, in San Francisco, there was an experiment. Same-sex couples were issued marriage licenses, mostly to see if the legal challenges could stand up in court. My cousin and her partner got married. They'd never expected to be able to do that. But they did.
And the court told them their marriage didn't count.
They started to plan on having kids. They decided to have a commitment ceremony. Which was gorgeous, and I'm lucky enough to belong to a family where same-sex couples are a non-issue. Everyone was happy for them, though after the ceremony several people said privately wouldn't it be great if this were "real", but fortunately they didn't say this in the presence of the brides.
Outside of a small circle of friends, their marriage wasn't "real."
They had two wonderful children together, and had to go through a zillion legal hoops so that their children could belong to both of them, that there'd be clear custody if one of them were to die or something. Which was shitty about the legal hoops, but awesome about the kids, who are possibly the cutest things ever (not that I'm biased or anything).
Then, then California seemed like it was getting its act together. The courts said that marriage licenses to same-sex couples would be recognized now. We all rejoiced.
So a few months ago, my cousin and her wife of five years got married for a third time.
And now you fuckers tell them that their marriage doesn't count. That commitment means nothing. That their love is somehow not valid because... because why? Seriously, I just don't get it.
It makes me sick to my stomach.