Seeing how my new friends have overcome their adversities is such an inspiration. They are so well-adjusted and smart. I'll be sharing their stories here in the coming weeks and I can't wait for you to get to know them. They are just like you and me.
It's not over. Not by a long shot. Not when conservatives are already looking for ways to chip away at marriage equality the way they whittled down reproductive rights to nothing in many states.
Our ceremony looked like a wedding. It sounded like a wedding. It felt like a wedding. And it was... and wasn't. Despite having to check "single" on our tax returns and lie when one of us was in the hospital ("she's my sister"), we knew who we were: a married couple deserving legal rights.
I was a closeted 18-year-old in the midst of pledging the biggest 'bro' fraternity on campus. Now what?
Ten years ago this month, Canada became the fourth nation on Earth to legalize same-sex marriage nationwide. If the U.S. looks to our example, it could learn a lot from Canada's fight for gay rights.
That conservatives such as Gerson didn't notice it, doesn't mean it didn't happen. Gay couples have been fighting for the right to marry for decades; it isn't some new fad. It was happening before any "public intellectual" was willing to take a stand on the issue.
Here's what I'm learning about love: if it has to shrink down to fit my theology or preconceived ideas, it probably isn't love.
We need a new declaration of independence. FDR took a stab at this, with his "Four Freedoms." That's a good start. But now, eight decades later, we need to declare our independence from other forms of oppression.
If we're not fighting oppression, is there anything that we have in common anymore? Well, yeah, there is one thing -- one common thing that we all want. Each other. Whether it's friendship, or brotherhood, falling in love or falling into bed, we'll always seek each other out.
I arrived at the Supreme Court building at about 9:25 and waded directly into the crowd. It was a big crowd. We're talking hundreds and hundreds of people. The mood was very festive. Many people had brought their kids and even their little dogs.
The Supreme Court's decision in Obergefell v. Hodges establishing nationwide marriage equality will likely go down in history as one of the Court's great landmark rulings. The tone of the majority opinion is strikingly vivid, emotionally intelligent, and personal.
My grandmother went into hospice the day the Supreme Court heard arguments in Obergefell v. Hodges. She died the next day, surrounded by people she loved. In her mind, we were married in 2004, and all the civil rights victories that followed didn't seem to phase her. But I can't help thinking about the grandmothers in Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky and Tennessee.
By sharing stories of our lives through music, particularly in places such as Ein Gedi, Jerusalem and Istanbul -- where it is relatively unusual to see artistic expressions of the LGBT experience -- we are planting seeds of change, not only in our audience but in ourselves.
All of the emotions felt and seen at the Pride Parade are still with me. Here are a few of the moments I'll never forget.
This small token of changing a profile picture is what they can do now to show support and to some that's just the beginning. So let's leave those rainbow Facebook profiles up -- show your support and continue to do so until the very last battle is fought and won.
A lot has happened to prompt my flight. I've met some gay people, for one. They're nice, and I can't help but want them to like me. It's hard to judge them when their relationships seem to be working out better than mine.
I knew, even as a small child, how meaningful it was that my mother insisted on a life of truth, beauty, love and justice. Her courageous choices were about her, and they were also very much about us, her kids. She knew she had to live a life that would show her children how to fully live.
For the majority of us, our loves and attractions are actually celebrated, from crushes to dates to proms to weddings. And we don't really need to give it a thought. There is a wild emotional divide between private shame and public celebration, and it is critical.
Is it really possible for such a historically marginalized group to harbor such hatred? With all the tireless social activism efforts spearheaded by the black community, it is easy to forget about this skeleton in the closet.