Tuesday, July 11, 2006

It's soooo super to be gay.

Sickening. New York gets redder all the time. The New York State court of appeals ruled last week that it's aok to keep gays from marrying. Of course it's for the children. How dare they cowardly hide their homophobia under the ridiculous veil of protecting children. From the LA Times:

By a 4-2 vote, the New York Court of Appeals ruled Thursday that the state Legislature's limitation of marriage to heterosexual couples was a "long-accepted restriction" not based solely on "ignorance and prejudice against homosexuals."

Adding insult to injury, an opinion signed by three of the judges in the majority ruled that it was rational for the Legislature to ban same-sex marriage in the interests of protecting children. Noting that "an important function of marriage is to create more stability and permanence in the relationships that cause children to be born," Judge Robert S. Smith wrote that the state could "offer an inducement — in the form of marriage and its attendant benefits — to opposite-sex couples who make a solemn, long-term commitment to each other." Never mind that childless heterosexual couples also receive legal benefits from civil marriage — or that many gay couples are raising children.

Meanwhile in Georgia (from the same article):

The Georgia Supreme Court decision, also handed down Thursday, was narrower but still disappointing. The court rejected technical objections to a constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage that was approved by state voters in 2004.

And in Mass, homophobes could get to vote on an amendment banning gay marriage in 2008.

I will remember the above the next time I hear someone talking about how good gays have it "these days": how lucky we are to have the freedom to be openly gay.

I'll remember the above and I'll remember the fired gay Arabic linguists. I'll remember Kevin Aviane in NYC - beaten for being a gay performer. I'll remember Matthew Shepard. I'll remember Fred Phelps. I'll remember snotty sneers at my friend and me in a suburban Westchester county supermarket. I'll remember how white guys talked in the locker room of the suburban Philadelphia gym I once belonged to; how they talked, when they felt safe, about women and gays and blacks and Latinos. I'll remember the AIDS jokes I heard in high school as HIV began taking lives and getting national news coverage.

I'm gay. I'm a person. I deserve all the rights that a straight person has. I'm not here for amusement. I don't have super designer, cooking, or stylist powers. Go to hell if you expect me to be funny like Carson or give you recipes like whatever-the-hell his name is.

I'm afraid that the gay marriage issue will be here much longer than it should be. I'm afraid the words "faggot" and "dyke" will be around much longer than I'm around. It's a sad state. NY should know better.