Once upon a time, I almost married a woman. Not when that was any more than a symbolic ceremony, or even a distant dream. Things didn’t work out for us, and I wound up marrying a man, almost 27 years ago now. As of today, my ex can now marry her long-time sweetheart, officially, and have that marriage recognized everywhere. That, frankly, is awesome. It’s a really good day.
There will be better days coming. One day, in every state, people won’t be afraid to put a picture of their same-sex spouse on their desk (and risk possibly losing their job or rental apartment – yes, that is legal in some states). One day, people won’t have to worry about coming out as trans* and risking many other things, including their lives. One day, being on the LGBTQ spectrum won’t matter; in my opinion, that’s the way it should be in every state in America. But it’s not that way today.
This fight is not over. Let’s not pretend that it is. I’ve got a lot of other feelings on this subject, but this is justthisside of turning into a giant, incoherent rant. Celebrating today is great. About damn time, too. But let’s not give up fighting for more again tomorrow.