Look at it this way: When Prop 8 passed the first time, there were no parades, no scowling crowds of Mormons stripping off their strange underwear and waving banners of joy in the streets, celebrating this new and nasty constraint on love.
Gay men as whole have not always been the eager pro-marriage activists that we see marching and signing petitions today. But now the gay marriage door is ajar. We can see it, smell it, taste it, and almost touch it. And we want it. We really want it.
Today, the Supreme Court agreed to hear a landmark case challenging the constitutionality of California's ban on gay marriage. But don't count on a game-changing decision too quickly. It's more likely that Ted Olson and David Boies' blockbuster will end with a whimper.
There my fiancée Lori and I were, having exchanged rings and promised to each other that we would spend the rest of our lives together. But suddenly a wave of fear and anxiety washed over me. I couldn't help but question whether we were ready to face the formidable odds ahead of us.
If we completely remove the check box of gender from a marriage license, what would happen? Why is it important for our government to know if Jill is a man or a woman, or if Jack was born a woman or a man?