I Need a Filter

I know we're all bummed about Prop 8 being upheld. I'm actually just trying not to think about it. I have information overload. North Korea fired off another missile this week, Newt Gingrich called Sonia Sotomayor a racist on Twitter, apparently there's some scandalous reality show called John and Kate Plus 8 that I've never even heard of until yesterday and California has a touch of the tard. I just want to hang around in bed with my girlfriend until it all blows over and someone elects Wanda Sykes President.

I'm starting to feel like we are making too big a deal over California. I say let them be homophobes. Let them all look like crazed happiness-eating zombies until so many states around them have enacted marriage equality laws that they are forced to secede from the union. I can't even believe I'm saying that. I was born and raised in California. But it will be a while until this wrong is made right, so let's just move on to other issues.

I'm still in Atlanta this week so when the decision came down I went to the Atlanta protest. I was a bit on the fence about whether or not to go. The Prop 8 decision made me just plain sad. Not even pissed off, just sad. I tried calling my mom hoping she could cheer me up a bit but she was being really distracted by her allergies or something and couldn't really focus on why I was so upset. She said, "But honey there are other states you can get married in." And that's just not a good answer. It's like saying, "Well there are a few people out there who don't want you to die in a fire."

I started reading the actual text of the decision and was sitting in front of the computer crying when my girlfriend came home. An Atlanta LGBT organization sent out a text message that a protest was scheduled for 5:30 that day. We weren't sure we were going to go although I rarely miss a rally. I believe in queer visibility. But what I really wanted to do was stay home in love and have sex. If the country wasn't ready to affirm queer love well at least we could do it ourselves, right?

I was literally in the process of climbing on her face when another LGBT organization text message came through saying the god squad had shown up to the protest and more bodies were needed to balance it out. So I disembarked my lover and we hastily climbed into some clothes and into the car and headed for the rally.

It was a small turn out; maybe about a hundred people. Most of them were young and visibly queer. They were a loud, opinionated bunch and I felt proud of them for that. But as we stopped at a corner waiting for the light to change I noticed the restaurant behind us was completely packed with thirty-something white gay men drinking cocktails out of stemware.  That's when the outrage hit me. I gave up what was sure to be mind-blowing oral sex and that not one of those gay men could set down his Cosmo long enough to walk a few blocks with a sign in support of equal rights? Something is not right. I bet if the government outlawed brunch the streets would be full of angry queens.


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