Marriage isn’t really about who we kiss at night. It isn’t who makes dinner. Who goes to work. Who is the caregiver to the babies, fur and flesh. Marriage is being protected. It’s communal property. It’s legally being allowed to nurse your love out of this world. It’s the guarantee of keeping your home when your partner has passed.
I don’t mean to trivialize marriage equality AT ALL, but here’s my take. Marriage is like sweater sets. I enjoy them. I like that they are classic. That they have been around forever. That they come in a rainbow of colors. Sweater sets are nice…for other people. So I don’t buy them.
If you believe that true marriage is between one man and one woman, you should have that kind. All of the other kinds of marriage don’t change your definition. All people want to be heard. To be loved. To be assured that their love is valued as much as their neighbor’s.
I have been lucky. I am a woman married to a man. I can call him my husband. I don’t have to be clever when referring to him in noun form. My family does look like my neighbor’s. That said, I am a sweater set in my rainbow family’s eyes. They don’t want to ruin the institution. Straight people can do that all by themselves. They just want a chance to be part of the 50% of marriages that manage the bit about ’til death do you part. They simply want the freedom to be bound to their life’s love.
I welcome them in.
You should too.