This morning I read that the question of whether to allow same-sex couples to marry in Maryland would be on the ballot in November. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/48792672/ns/politics-the_new_york_times/. As a general matter, I don’t believe that the civil rights of any American should ever be up for a vote. There’s that little matter of the “tyranny of the majority” that our system of government is supposed to guard against. Unfortunately, our system of government doesn’t always work the way that it’s supposed to. In fact, this question is not only on the ballot in Maryland, but also my beloved state of Maine. And, we all remember what happened in California with Prop 8. Needless to say, I’m on pins and needles over it. Next to my partner of 21 years, Maine is my other true love. We hope to be able to retire there someday, but not until our marriage here in Massachusetts is recognized in Maine. As much as we love Maine, we love each other more. That’s why this blog is an appeal to those who hold that fate in their hands when they go to the ballot box in November.
Here’s what I’m asking them to do. Peel back the layers of politics, religion and homophobia and think back to when they first fell in love. I remember it like it was yesterday. The first time I saw her, I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was gorgeous, and had a sly smile that left me undone in a million good ways. If she’d asked that first day we met, I would’ve told her anything she wanted to know. Over the years, I have. She makes me feel safe, happy, desired and loved beyond measure. I’ll never forget the first time we hugged. The skin of my cheek brushed hers and to this day I don’t remember ever feeling anything quite as soft, except for her kiss.
Anyone who has ever been in love knows the delicious depths of heaven experienced in that first kiss. You know the one. It’s the one that you don’t want to ever end. It feels like the beginning of everything you’ll ever need or want. Every cell of your body vibrates with the energy of connectedness to that person who was meant to be yours. For me, I knew that I’d found the other piece of my soul in her. All the feelings that welled inside me for her were the bridge that bound our hearts together. She is my soul mate. We’ve built a long beautiful life together despite the homophobic turmoil of our families and society that tried in vain to pull us apart. The thing about true love though is that it can’t be broken.
We’ve weathered many storms together that have only brought us closer. 21 years later, I still ache for her when she’s away. She still undoes me with her smile, and her kiss is the only one that I’ll ever want on my lips. Regardless of what the world around us does with respect to the politics of same-sex marriage, I will take care of her until my last breath. If there’s one thing I know for sure in this world it’s that she’ll do the same for me. It sure would be a whole lot easier with all of the legal protections and benefits of marriage. My hope is that when those who hold our fate go to the polls, they remember that this is about love and fairness, not politics and religion. I ask them to imagine a world in which they’re denied the right to legally marry the person whose heart means more to them than anything in the world. When one pulls back all of the layers to this issue, the nucleus is love. Surely, fair minded souls can understand that and will do the right thing. I hope.