Wednesday, October 29, 2008
A week or so ago I went to a beautiful wedding in San Francisco. Two of my very best friends, both men (or brooms as they referred to themselves), exchanged rings in a simple backyard in Novato, with about 50 friends gathered around. There was music and poetry, wedding cake, flowers, eggshells filled with confetti (brought from Mexico), tears of happiness and lots of laughter. What a wonderful occasion and how inestimably creepy it is to try to stop such moments. Propositon 8 would do that, deny the right to marriage to two people of the same gender. I'm hoping No to Prop 8 will win the day; any other conclusion would be too cruel and unfair. So, America or Amerika--which will it be? Fingers crossed.