The dinner party unicorn: working towards marriage equality

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I succeeded in joining the party again, without any soapbox diatribes, but soon left to join my partner, Katie, at our house. I needed to get back to my safe surroundings with political magazines strewn across the table and framed Rosie the Riveter and Frida Kahlo posters on the wall. I needed to get back to the real world.


What irked me more than anything about this darling couple is that the woman is not even from this country. She has more rights than I do, even though I'm an American citizen, born and raised here, and I've been paying my fair share of taxes for the majority of my adult life.


I'm not resentful of all heterosexuals who get married. Many years ago, I spent a lovely afternoon drinking champagne at the Salvador Dali Museum at my friends Laura and Barry's wedding and reception. Sometime during that day, Laura came up to Katie and me and told us that she was sorry that she could get married when we couldn't. I was touched.


Ever since then, this is what I've wanted straight people to do before they tie the knot: One, acknowledge they have more rights than homosexuals, and two, promise to work their asses off to ensure all Americans gain the right to marry and love whom they want without fear of retribution.


It's that simple. Love cannot be politicized, regulated, put in a box, feared, hated, less valued, God-less, minimized, marginalized, spat at or used to get the base out to vote.


Love is love. That's it. Can I hear an Amen! Hallelujah!

I was at a dinner party recently and met a cute heterosexual couple who'd exchanged vows this past summer. They were exceptionally proud as they showed off their matching wedding bands. Big white smiles splashed across their faces; they radiated love. I swear I saw a halo envelop them or a rainbow, or maybe it was a unicorn that flew through the room.

I stood there, trying my best to be joyful. I managed to plant a big smile on my face and tell them congratulations before I walked into the bathroom to have a talk with myself. Mindy be nice. They're happy. Be happy for them. They don't know the privileges they have. Yes, they should know, but obviously they don't. This is not your dinner party, so don't go in there with a political speech about heterosexism, homophobia, and unearned privilege.

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