I was elated when I heard. I logged into Twitter, because Twitter comes alive when the world shifts like this, and the sense of connection isn’t restricted by geography or life circumstance. As I expected it would be, my Twitter stream was full of celebration – grateful, giddy, brash and more hopeful than I’d seen it in a long time. People who have been fighting this battle for years were overwhelmed, their tweets so poignant, so heartfelt and raw, I wanted to read them all night long.
At one point, someone I adore sent me this: @jclementwall, can you believe what NY just did to be part of your magnificent love project?! Sending big smiles, hugs, and love your way. And that’s when I knew I had to post about it. Today. Because this is real love, in the real world, and no matter what else gets pulled into the discussion – politics, religion, fear, prejudice, gay rights, human rights – for me, it all comes down to love. People in love wanting to get married. It doesn’t get any simpler than that.
On Friday night, running like a current beneath my sense of jubilation, there was something else. A familiar frustration, an anger. At the risk of pissing people off here, I don’t think gay marriage is something that should be voted on or debated. I think acting as though there are two sides on this issue is like debating whether blondes should be able to marry, or tall people, or senior citizens. I’m embarrassed by my state’s record on gay marriage, embarrassed by Prop 8.
What happened in New York gives me hope that someday it will seem crazy that we had to think about this, that we had to “evolve” our positions. On Friday night, in a conversation with the amazingly wise and wonderful Hippiechick, she said, “It’s all about the love, baby.”
Yes it is. And right now, man oh man do I love New York.
I know it’s graffiti love month! Here’s what I drew while waiting for the decision in New York.