Love is Love

Today was a monumental day of victory in the battle of equality.  I am elated with joy and have been crying tears of happiness all morning.  The Diva and the Wildman are very confused; in their innocence, they only relate tears with sadness.  I keep reassuring them that I am not sad but ecstatically happy. 

If the Wildman only knew that he was a part of history before he could crawl.  When he was just a baby he was strapped to my body as we worked diligently along the lines of history in California protesting Proposition 8.  Together with my brother and his amazing husband we stood on the streets proudly holding our signs in support of human rights.  We pounded the pavement handing out literature, we stood in the parking lots of precincts on voting day, him wearing his homemade "I Love My Uncles" shirt.  Sadly on Nov. 4, 2008, hate and fear overruled love and equality, but today the Supreme Court changed that with two monumental votes, one for the state of California and one for  LGBT rights nationwide. 

While this is a step in the right direction, it is still that...just a step.  There is still so much work to be done in this country where only 13 out of 50 states have equal rights for their citizens.  I will continue to stand up and use my voice until every man and woman have the same rights.  I will continue to fight for equality on behalf of my brother and sister.  I will promote and teach my children love and acceptance for everyone. I will do this for the future of my children and of every other child in this country so that they can grow up never having to be afraid of being themselves.