But I'd just like to have the option - the way Britney Spears did when she stumbled into an all night chapel in Vegas while in a drunken stupor and declared her undying love to whatshisface before god, country, and the guy who kept refilling her flask.
I'd like to have the option of a prenup, lovingly drawn up by an over-paid divorce lawyer in waiting who's just gonna charge me triple to sift through joint bank accounts and antique sex toy inventories down the line.
Most of all, I just think that we (gay people) have the right to be just as miserable as everyone else. And while I'm the first to admit that fighting to take part in a civil institution with a 53% (and climbing) failure rate is tantamount being blessed with the gift of precognition then standing in line for a ticket on the maiden voyage aboard the Titanic, I'm inclined to keep fighting once told that I'm unworthy of a first class cabin. At the very least, we'd infuse those damn life boats with a modicum of style.
I'd like to be grateful for the bone the California Supreme Court threw 18,000 same sex couple in California today, telling them that the state won't take Kenn Starr's advice and tear their families apart
while exponentially upping the divorce rate here overnight. But in light of the second half of the decision, which upholds Proposition 8's invasive religious bigotry, I'm left with a sentiment best summed up here:
LOVE the video!
Posted by: catie | June 03, 2009 at 07:58 PM