When Seattle was one of the first cities to pass a Domestic Partnership for its city employees, my partner and I were interviewed by the University of Washington student newspaper and asked how the Domestic Partnership made us feel. (The Today Show wanted to interview us too, long time couple, both battling illnesses...)
I said, "It feels like we have been given a place at the table."
Now that "Don't Ask. Don't Tell" has been repealed and "gays can serve openly in the military," here is how I feel: We have been given a place at the table, now some plates, silverware, napkins; just one thing missing that all the rest of American citizens have--FOOD.
Give that honored, sacred, "till death do we part, in sickness and in health..." (you know that thing that 50% of heterosexuals toss aside like so much trash in the wind and say the same vows over again and again, so sacred are they,) marriage privilege---THEN I'll feel truly equal.
So special is my country to allow us to work our rears off for them and pay us equally (insurance for our partners and all) and now to allow us to die in war for, as so many conservatives have put it, "...our freedoms." We can work, die, so how about the meat of the matter? Are gay Americans good enough yet to be allowed to marry? So far the answer is, in most states, NO.
We call ourselves the greatest nation on earth, really? So tell us. What more do we have to do? Shed more sweat and blood? I am NOT moving to another country or state to marry my partner of 31 years, both of us in wheel chairs, both of us looking at fewer years ahead than behind us.
All of our working years, all the taxes we've paid, when one of us dies the other gets no Social Security compensation, no, THAT money we worked for will go to heterosexuals as it has since taxes began. Sweat, blood, money, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US?
Monday, December 20, 2010
What the Repeal of DADT Means for YOU and ME, or, CALL MR ANYTHING BUT LATE FOR DINNER
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When Seattle was one of the first cities to pass a Domestic Partnership for its city employees, my partner and I were interviewed by the University of Washington student newspaper and asked how the Domestic Partnership made us feel. (The Today Show wanted to interview us too, long time couple, both battling illnesses...)
I said, "It feels like we have been given a place at the table."
Now that "Don't Ask. Don't Tell" has been repealed and "gays can serve openly in the military," here is how I feel: We have been given a place at the table, now some plates, silverware, napkins; just one thing missing that all the rest of American citizens have--FOOD.
Give that honored, sacred, "till death do we part, in sickness and in health..." (you know that thing that 50% of heterosexuals toss aside like so much trash in the wind and say the same vows over again and again, so sacred are they,) marriage privilege---THEN I'll feel truly equal.
So special is my country to allow us to work our rears off for them and pay us equally (insurance for our partners and all) and now to allow us to die in war for, as so many conservatives have put it, "...our freedoms." We can work, die, so how about the meat of the matter? Are gay Americans good enough yet to be allowed to marry? So far the answer is, in most states, NO.
We call ourselves the greatest nation on earth, really? So tell us. What more do we have to do? Shed more sweat and blood? I am NOT moving to another country or state to marry my partner of 31 years, both of us in wheel chairs, both of us looking at fewer years ahead than behind us.
All of our working years, all the taxes we've paid, when one of us dies the other gets no Social Security compensation, no, THAT money we worked for will go to heterosexuals as it has since taxes began. Sweat, blood, money, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US?
When Seattle was one of the first cities to pass a Domestic Partnership for its city employees, my partner and I were interviewed by the University of Washington student newspaper and asked how the Domestic Partnership made us feel. (The Today Show wanted to interview us too, long time couple, both battling illnesses...)
I said, "It feels like we have been given a place at the table."
Now that "Don't Ask. Don't Tell" has been repealed and "gays can serve openly in the military," here is how I feel: We have been given a place at the table, now some plates, silverware, napkins; just one thing missing that all the rest of American citizens have--FOOD.
Give that honored, sacred, "till death do we part, in sickness and in health..." (you know that thing that 50% of heterosexuals toss aside like so much trash in the wind and say the same vows over again and again, so sacred are they,) marriage privilege---THEN I'll feel truly equal.
So special is my country to allow us to work our rears off for them and pay us equally (insurance for our partners and all) and now to allow us to die in war for, as so many conservatives have put it, "...our freedoms." We can work, die, so how about the meat of the matter? Are gay Americans good enough yet to be allowed to marry? So far the answer is, in most states, NO.
We call ourselves the greatest nation on earth, really? So tell us. What more do we have to do? Shed more sweat and blood? I am NOT moving to another country or state to marry my partner of 31 years, both of us in wheel chairs, both of us looking at fewer years ahead than behind us.
All of our working years, all the taxes we've paid, when one of us dies the other gets no Social Security compensation, no, THAT money we worked for will go to heterosexuals as it has since taxes began. Sweat, blood, money, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US?
When Seattle was one of the first cities to pass a Domestic Partnership for its city employees, my partner and I were interviewed by the University of Washington student newspaper and asked how the Domestic Partnership made us feel. (The Today Show wanted to interview us too, long time couple, both battling illnesses...)
I said, "It feels like we have been given a place at the table."
Now that "Don't Ask. Don't Tell" has been repealed and "gays can serve openly in the military," here is how I feel: We have been given a place at the table, now some plates, silverware, napkins; just one thing missing that all the rest of American citizens have--FOOD.
Give that honored, sacred, "till death do we part, in sickness and in health..." (you know that thing that 50% of heterosexuals toss aside like so much trash in the wind and say the same vows over again and again, so sacred are they,) marriage privilege---THEN I'll feel truly equal.
So special is my country to allow us to work our rears off for them and pay us equally (insurance for our partners and all) and now to allow us to die in war for, as so many conservatives have put it, "...our freedoms." We can work, die, so how about the meat of the matter? Are gay Americans good enough yet to be allowed to marry? So far the answer is, in most states, NO.
We call ourselves the greatest nation on earth, really? So tell us. What more do we have to do? Shed more sweat and blood? I am NOT moving to another country or state to marry my partner of 31 years, both of us in wheel chairs, both of us looking at fewer years ahead than behind us.
All of our working years, all the taxes we've paid, when one of us dies the other gets no Social Security compensation, no, THAT money we worked for will go to heterosexuals as it has since taxes began. Sweat, blood, money, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US?
When Seattle was one of the first cities to pass a Domestic Partnership for its city employees, my partner and I were interviewed by the University of Washington student newspaper and asked how the Domestic Partnership made us feel. (The Today Show wanted to interview us too, long time couple, both battling illnesses...)
I said, "It feels like we have been given a place at the table."
Now that "Don't Ask. Don't Tell" has been repealed and "gays can serve openly in the military," here is how I feel: We have been given a place at the table, now some plates, silverware, napkins; just one thing missing that all the rest of American citizens have--FOOD.
Give that honored, sacred, "till death do we part, in sickness and in health..." (you know that thing that 50% of heterosexuals toss aside like so much trash in the wind and say the same vows over again and again, so sacred are they,) marriage privilege---THEN I'll feel truly equal.
So special is my country to allow us to work our rears off for them and pay us equally (insurance for our partners and all) and now to allow us to die in war for, as so many conservatives have put it, "...our freedoms." We can work, die, so how about the meat of the matter? Are gay Americans good enough yet to be allowed to marry? So far the answer is, in most states, NO.
We call ourselves the greatest nation on earth, really? So tell us. What more do we have to do? Shed more sweat and blood? I am NOT moving to another country or state to marry my partner of 31 years, both of us in wheel chairs, both of us looking at fewer years ahead than behind us.
All of our working years, all the taxes we've paid, when one of us dies the other gets no Social Security compensation, no, THAT money we worked for will go to heterosexuals as it has since taxes began. Sweat, blood, money, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US?
When Seattle was one of the first cities to pass a Domestic Partnership for its city employees, my partner and I were interviewed by the University of Washington student newspaper and asked how the Domestic Partnership made us feel. (The Today Show wanted to interview us too, long time couple, both battling illnesses...)
I said, "It feels like we have been given a place at the table."
Now that "Don't Ask. Don't Tell" has been repealed and "gays can serve openly in the military," here is how I feel: We have been given a place at the table, now some plates, silverware, napkins; just one thing missing that all the rest of American citizens have--FOOD.
Give that honored, sacred, "till death do we part, in sickness and in health..." (you know that thing that 50% of heterosexuals toss aside like so much trash in the wind and say the same vows over again and again, so sacred are they,) marriage privilege---THEN I'll feel truly equal.
So special is my country to allow us to work our rears off for them and pay us equally (insurance for our partners and all) and now to allow us to die in war for, as so many conservatives have put it, "...our freedoms." We can work, die, so how about the meat of the matter? Are gay Americans good enough yet to be allowed to marry? So far the answer is, in most states, NO.
We call ourselves the greatest nation on earth, really? So tell us. What more do we have to do? Shed more sweat and blood? I am NOT moving to another country or state to marry my partner of 31 years, both of us in wheel chairs, both of us looking at fewer years ahead than behind us.
All of our working years, all the taxes we've paid, when one of us dies the other gets no Social Security compensation, no, THAT money we worked for will go to heterosexuals as it has since taxes began. Sweat, blood, money, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US?
When Seattle was one of the first cities to pass a Domestic Partnership for its city employees, my partner and I were interviewed by the University of Washington student newspaper and asked how the Domestic Partnership made us feel. (The Today Show wanted to interview us too, long time couple, both battling illnesses...)
I said, "It feels like we have been given a place at the table."
Now that "Don't Ask. Don't Tell" has been repealed and "gays can serve openly in the military," here is how I feel: We have been given a place at the table, now some plates, silverware, napkins; just one thing missing that all the rest of American citizens have--FOOD.
Give that honored, sacred, "till death do we part, in sickness and in health..." (you know that thing that 50% of heterosexuals toss aside like so much trash in the wind and say the same vows over again and again, so sacred are they,) marriage privilege---THEN I'll feel truly equal.
So special is my country to allow us to work our rears off for them and pay us equally (insurance for our partners and all) and now to allow us to die in war for, as so many conservatives have put it, "...our freedoms." We can work, die, so how about the meat of the matter? Are gay Americans good enough yet to be allowed to marry? So far the answer is, in most states, NO.
We call ourselves the greatest nation on earth, really? So tell us. What more do we have to do? Shed more sweat and blood? I am NOT moving to another country or state to marry my partner of 31 years, both of us in wheel chairs, both of us looking at fewer years ahead than behind us.
All of our working years, all the taxes we've paid, when one of us dies the other gets no Social Security compensation, no, THAT money we worked for will go to heterosexuals as it has since taxes began. Sweat, blood, money, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US?
When Seattle was one of the first cities to pass a Domestic Partnership for its city employees, my partner and I were interviewed by the University of Washington student newspaper and asked how the Domestic Partnership made us feel. (The Today Show wanted to interview us too, long time couple, both battling illnesses...)
I said, "It feels like we have been given a place at the table."
Now that "Don't Ask. Don't Tell" has been repealed and "gays can serve openly in the military," here is how I feel: We have been given a place at the table, now some plates, silverware, napkins; just one thing missing that all the rest of American citizens have--FOOD.
Give that honored, sacred, "till death do we part, in sickness and in health..." (you know that thing that 50% of heterosexuals toss aside like so much trash in the wind and say the same vows over again and again, so sacred are they,) marriage privilege---THEN I'll feel truly equal.
So special is my country to allow us to work our rears off for them and pay us equally (insurance for our partners and all) and now to allow us to die in war for, as so many conservatives have put it, "...our freedoms." We can work, die, so how about the meat of the matter? Are gay Americans good enough yet to be allowed to marry? So far the answer is, in most states, NO.
We call ourselves the greatest nation on earth, really? So tell us. What more do we have to do? Shed more sweat and blood? I am NOT moving to another country or state to marry my partner of 31 years, both of us in wheel chairs, both of us looking at fewer years ahead than behind us.
All of our working years, all the taxes we've paid, when one of us dies the other gets no Social Security compensation, no, THAT money we worked for will go to heterosexuals as it has since taxes began. Sweat, blood, money, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US?
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