Let Freedom Ring

Friend of mine posted a link on Facebook today of photographs taken at 60 New York City weddings.  They are lovely pictures — full of smiles, tears, exuberance, elation, dresses, tuxes, flowers,  hugs, kisses, children, families, friends.   You know, the usual wedding stuff.

Did I mention that these are same-sex couples?  I didn’t?  Well, there’s a reason — because their sexual orientation does not matter.  They are couples in love.  They got married.  ‘Nuff said.

I’ve already begun to hear some belittling remarks — look how fat/thin, old/young, stupid/ridiculous they look!  (Unsurprisingly, those remarks come from people who find humor in pictures of hetero weddings where they feel free to tear down people’s choice in attire, food, etc.)  I can’t change the attitude of such unenlightened folk, but I invite them look — to really LOOK — at those photos, particularly the one of two elderly women (one in a wheelchair) embracing — two women who have clearly spent their lives together and can only now declare it openly to the world.

I’m so grateful they lived long enough to see this day.  I’m grateful that I have lived long enough to see it.

(The other photo I love is the one of two little girls embracing their daddies.  Those smiles are worth a million dollars.)

What right does society have to declare a marriage legal or illegal?  The notion is ridiculous.  Love is love, no matter how you slice it.

We have such a double standard.  We  look down our noses at loving, long-term, supportive, child-rearing same-sex relationships.  We look down our noses at hetero relationships where children are involved, but not marriage (unless you’re a celebrity, of course; then it’s okay).  Maybe we just like to look down our noses?  I know of long-term (20+ years) hetero relationships (at least two in my own family) that ended in screaming and abuse.  I know of long-term (again, 20+ years) same-sex relationships that are supportive and loving through adversity.  And vice-versa.

(To paraphrase Tina Turner:  what’s sex have to do with it?)

Why does this issue of same-sex marriage matter, least of all to our government?  We hare experiencing screaming debt, men and women dying in wars, drugs, crime, starvation — and those individuals we have put into power over us choose instead to focus their attention on whether or not same-sex marriage is “real” or “legal?”



About Melissa Crandall

A million years ago--round-about the first Ice Age--I cut my writing teeth on fanzines and science fiction media tie-in novels. I'm happy to say that I've since branched out to include fantasy, horror, essays, and narrative nonfiction. This site will keep you up-to-date on my adventures in writing. I live in Connecticut with my husband--who frequently wonders what he got himself into by marrying a writer--two cats named Tuna and Gypsy, and a semi-neurotic Australian shepherd named Holly.
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