Okay, Now I'm Pissed
Apr. 30th, 2004 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omimouseI'm staying the Hell out of Virginia.
If there is any way that I can reasonably manage it, I'm going to be avoiding doing business with the Commonwealth of Virginia and any and all businesses bound by it's laws until this demon of hatred masquerading as a law is repealed.
I hope this haunts their political careers for as long as they have them.
Why? Why is the idea of people spending their lives together so horrible? Why is the idea of being able to visit each other in the hospital, leave property to each other, raise kids together, own a house together, all these things and some more, why is that so horid?
The struggle for marriage rights will eventually be won, of that I have no doubt. What hurts, what really, deep down, soul-pain, hurts is that these are fellow citizens. Fellow human beings. They have never met me, talked with me. They don't know my hopes, my fears, my mistakes, my shames. They don't know that I want to have kids. They don't know that I want to work in a library. They don't know that my greatest and proudest achievement at this point in my life is all the children that I have introduced to the wide, wonderful world of reading. They don't know how my heart swells and melts and flip-flops in my chest each time I refer to one of the girls as one of my children.
They don't know me, or anything about me. And yet they hate me. I live my life. I try my best to be polite and cheerful and friendly to everyone I interact with. And I am hated by my own countrypeople, because I also happen to think that women are sexually attractive. I happen to have had consenting sex with a women.
I happen to love, and be in love with a woman. If she wishes to express that love and affection in a sexual manner, I would enjoy it greatly. I am more than happy with our current relationship, and it honestly doesn't bother me that we'll probably never share a bed again. Would I like to? Hell, yes!
The point is that I love her so much that the emotion itself is enough for me. It is a delightful, beautiful, wonderful feeling. And because I feel this way about a woman, for a woman, there are people that hate me.
That realization, right there, is what hurts so bad that it feels like someone's twisting a knife in my soul.
If there is any way that I can reasonably manage it, I'm going to be avoiding doing business with the Commonwealth of Virginia and any and all businesses bound by it's laws until this demon of hatred masquerading as a law is repealed.
I hope this haunts their political careers for as long as they have them.
Why? Why is the idea of people spending their lives together so horrible? Why is the idea of being able to visit each other in the hospital, leave property to each other, raise kids together, own a house together, all these things and some more, why is that so horid?
The struggle for marriage rights will eventually be won, of that I have no doubt. What hurts, what really, deep down, soul-pain, hurts is that these are fellow citizens. Fellow human beings. They have never met me, talked with me. They don't know my hopes, my fears, my mistakes, my shames. They don't know that I want to have kids. They don't know that I want to work in a library. They don't know that my greatest and proudest achievement at this point in my life is all the children that I have introduced to the wide, wonderful world of reading. They don't know how my heart swells and melts and flip-flops in my chest each time I refer to one of the girls as one of my children.
They don't know me, or anything about me. And yet they hate me. I live my life. I try my best to be polite and cheerful and friendly to everyone I interact with. And I am hated by my own countrypeople, because I also happen to think that women are sexually attractive. I happen to have had consenting sex with a women.
I happen to love, and be in love with a woman. If she wishes to express that love and affection in a sexual manner, I would enjoy it greatly. I am more than happy with our current relationship, and it honestly doesn't bother me that we'll probably never share a bed again. Would I like to? Hell, yes!
The point is that I love her so much that the emotion itself is enough for me. It is a delightful, beautiful, wonderful feeling. And because I feel this way about a woman, for a woman, there are people that hate me.
That realization, right there, is what hurts so bad that it feels like someone's twisting a knife in my soul.
