Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Still recovering from yesterday morning's kick in the gut via the Voter's Rights Act being gutted and last night's screaming, emailing, sending my support via internet and dollars to my new hero Wendy Davis as she stood for....for all of us women and stopped a vote to pass one of the 624 measures, in 2013 alone, that would rule, govern a woman's body, (hey here's a fun little fact, know how many measures have been before any court or legislator regarding a man's body, ever? 0, fucking zero. Yeah, Wendy and her back brace, strong voice and courageous heart are my Obi Wan Kenobi) and the massive hangover I woke with after trying to self medicate upon reading that had it not been for Wendy that archaic law would have passed, 19-10, (thank you, thank you, thank you Wendy and the 1000s of protesters that lent their voice and discourse) to hear that the same Supreme Court that punched my belly yesterday had in fact come down on the side of marriage equality.
I stumbled my hazy headed self to the coffee pot this morning, not noticing at first that the television was even on, an oddity anymore in my morning at home, grumbled some sort of greeting to my still fearful looking, (he was here last night, heard me RAWR!!!) but mildly beaming husband and as the black nectar splashed into my mug I heard it....felt it as the words, "On this historic day the Supreme Court has ruled in favor of gay marriage" the clink of the spoon as I dropped it into the still steaming cup and lunged at my laptop. I went to Facebook and was wrapped up and rejoicing with people there but that wasn't what I went to the laptop for. I scrolled, read, laughed and cried as I read the hundreds of comments and responses but it was a memory I had come for and I found it in the picture that is at the top of this post. The wedding day of two men that I adore, the day I flew to Memphis to be a part of and that feeling in the pit of my tummy as I watched them exchange their vows and promises, knowing the whole time that their union would not be protected and honored as mine. Now, now as I look at that photo I see that beam of sunshine just above Michael and Kelly as they stood in the backyard of the home they own professing their love for one another, I see it as one of enlightenment and a source of tremendous hope. A much needed and profoundly happy one.