I just can't contain my joy
Jun. 26th, 2015 06:52 pmI am so happy about today's Supreme Court decision that I feel as though I am on the verge of exploding.
I had hoped I would see this one day, but now that it's actually here...wow.
Best. Pride. Weekend. Evah.
Here are some links.
The Supreme Court Marriage Equality decision, in haiku.
19 hysterical passages from Supreme Court Same Sex Dissenters.
[Suck it, Scalia.]
And I also wanted to say this: I want to remember all of those who hoped and prayed and sweated and worked and marched and fought for this day, yet did not live to see it. My interest in gay civil rights began when I was researching The Wild Swans, and it has only continued to become more passionate and burning as I have watched the changes in American culture over the past two decades. I am utterly convinced that the nation would have not progressed to this point had it not been for the AIDS epidemic, for all the brave, dying men who realized that they had to come out of the closet, in order to fight the cruelest of diseases, to fight their shamefully complacent and criminally uncaring government, to fight for their right to have their partners visit them in the hospitals, for their renters rights, their inheritance rights. A generation of men were forcibly outed to their astonished families because of AIDS, and Americans had to really face for the first time that the people that they casually, unthinkingly denigrated were in actuality their beloved sons, their brothers, their fathers, their uncles, their cousins.
A whole generation of amazing creative talent was lost. But their tireless activism changed the face of America for those that followed them.
I want to light a candle for Sean and Elias, and for all the others with their names on the AIDS Quilt. Thank you for your fight, and for the way you changed this nation. We will not forget your courage, your faith, and your sacrifice.
Edited to add: Someone pointed this out on Facebook, and I think it's important: in the joy of this victory, I don't want to forget or exclude in the celebrations this weekend the other sisters and brothers on this journey: those who identify as bi and trans (or questioning or asexual for that matter). There are all sorts of points on the rainbow continuum, and they need to be assured of their full rights as American citizens, too.
Another thing: it's entirely possible that there will be people who will joyfully post their wedding photos online, only to be fired the next day. You can STILL lose your job for being gay in more than half the states. We still have a lot of work to do.
I had hoped I would see this one day, but now that it's actually here...wow.
Best. Pride. Weekend. Evah.
Here are some links.
The Supreme Court Marriage Equality decision, in haiku.
19 hysterical passages from Supreme Court Same Sex Dissenters.
[Suck it, Scalia.]
And I also wanted to say this: I want to remember all of those who hoped and prayed and sweated and worked and marched and fought for this day, yet did not live to see it. My interest in gay civil rights began when I was researching The Wild Swans, and it has only continued to become more passionate and burning as I have watched the changes in American culture over the past two decades. I am utterly convinced that the nation would have not progressed to this point had it not been for the AIDS epidemic, for all the brave, dying men who realized that they had to come out of the closet, in order to fight the cruelest of diseases, to fight their shamefully complacent and criminally uncaring government, to fight for their right to have their partners visit them in the hospitals, for their renters rights, their inheritance rights. A generation of men were forcibly outed to their astonished families because of AIDS, and Americans had to really face for the first time that the people that they casually, unthinkingly denigrated were in actuality their beloved sons, their brothers, their fathers, their uncles, their cousins.
A whole generation of amazing creative talent was lost. But their tireless activism changed the face of America for those that followed them.
I want to light a candle for Sean and Elias, and for all the others with their names on the AIDS Quilt. Thank you for your fight, and for the way you changed this nation. We will not forget your courage, your faith, and your sacrifice.
Edited to add: Someone pointed this out on Facebook, and I think it's important: in the joy of this victory, I don't want to forget or exclude in the celebrations this weekend the other sisters and brothers on this journey: those who identify as bi and trans (or questioning or asexual for that matter). There are all sorts of points on the rainbow continuum, and they need to be assured of their full rights as American citizens, too.
Another thing: it's entirely possible that there will be people who will joyfully post their wedding photos online, only to be fired the next day. You can STILL lose your job for being gay in more than half the states. We still have a lot of work to do.