I miss the days when "partner" was a radical term to use for my beloved. I miss the collective joy of agitating from the margins. Let the tourists gawk and the Saturday shoppers trundle in and out of Nordstrom. We had more pressing matters on our minds.
I included the court-order proof of my "sex change," as it is referred to in this situation, which the 2009 Family Code designates as an acceptable proof of identification in order to obtain a marriage license in the state of Texas. And then Harris County Clerk Stan Stanart denied us.
The times call for a more expansive social imagination: some legal recognition of and material support for the true existent variety of ways that people live and love in the 21st century. So why not return to our radical roots and question the centrality of marriage as the model for how to live?
Neither my cousin nor my friend's father supports gay marriage. But they are not homophobes. They believe that the government has no business intruding into marriage at all and should do away with the entire institution in favor of civil unions for both straight and gay couples.
I'm not in favor of gay marriages, nor am I in favor of straight ones. What's it really all about anyway, Alfie? Why the need to glue down a day one year in advance and -- oh my! -- spend money on all those trimmings?
Justice in our country is based on equality for all. Our nation separates church and state, so religious objections to civil marriage have no pertinence. I am tired of waiting while politicians posture and pontificate.