The lady doth protest too much, methinks

About protesting that is. R doesn’t think we have time to protest tomorrow. We are leaving for PA this afternoon. Sunday is our wedding reception with R’s family and all of our PA friends. We didn’t hire caterers and are responsible for feeding 70 people Sunday. Luckily it’s just hors d’oeurves and dessert. R wants spend Saturday afternoon making Italian Wedding Cakes and stuffung Asiago Sausage Mushrooms. Her brother and I want to be in Philadelphia chanting and carrying signs. I say screw it; I don’t care of I have to stay up all night on Saturday prepping and cooking. Her argument is that our reception is a form of protest. I think I’ve almost convinced her that there’s not much we can cook ahead of time and we can get all the prep work done in the morning and late Saturday evening. Most of the things will need to be made Sunday morning or they won’t taste good anyway. Hopefully I’ll be in Philly tomorrow afternoon.

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My Family is Equal

In more ways than one. 6 family members: 2 humans, 2 dogs, 2 cats. The cats look alike, the dogs look alike, and apparently R & I look so much alike that people think she’s my child. There are 3 females and 3 males in our family. I like things even and symmetrical if I can have it. 

When it comes equality, I demand it.

Feeling a bit better

I’m a bit more calm that I was yesterday and not as angry. I am hurt. I wish I could have given more money but we really couldn’t afford it. I wish I could have given my time. I wish I could be surrounded by others that feel the same way I do right now. I live 2,750 miles away from San Francisco City Hall. That’s where I wanted to be last night, on the same steps we walked up to get our marriage license, the same steps we walked down as wife and wife, the same steps where we took wedding photos. I wanted to cry with others instead of crying myself to sleep. My mom called me to see how it would affect us. My brother called me to see if I was OK. My brother-in-law (I guess I’ll have to go back to calling him my brother-out-law…I liked that better anyway) called to tell us that it doesn’t matter what they say, that we’re still married, our wedding was witnessed by our families, we know we’re married and that’s all that matters. It still felt really good to know that someone somewhere that didn’t know us at all knew we were married. They stamped the paperwork, saw our names. We were legal. It meant more to me than I knew at the time. I’m trying to drag myself out of this funk.

I am so glad we were able to get married in CA this summer. We had a beautiful wedding surrounded by our families. Our marriage wasn’t legal in our state of residence on Monday and it’s not legal now. No real change. I’m also glad we ordered multiple copies of our marriage license. I’m glad I was able to legally change my name with our marriage license. I’m glad our future family will share the same last name. 

I’m also glad that this week was full of firsts. It was the first time that I have ever voted for a candidate in a general election that won. It was the first time in my lifetime that my home state was blue. It is the first time that my sister voted for a Democrat. 

In other, non-depressing news, tomorrow is finally CD1. I was very excited to start spotting this afternoon. It is CD 66 afterall. One more cycle until we try to knock me up.

An open letter

To the citizens of Arizona, Arkansas, California, Florida, and, I must not forget, the Mormans that worked so hard to discriminate against me:

 
Fuck you very much.

Sincerely,
B

 

P.S. I know that all the votes haven’t been counted, but California is included just for being “too close to call.” It shouldn’t even be a question.

Watching and waiting

We made the rounds after work. We’ve had coffee, a doughnut, and ice cream. We picked up Chinese food on our way home.

We have champagne waiting for Obama’s win and to celebrate that we’re still married in CA (power of positive thinking?)

I’ve already cried once tonight. I got a photo message from my little brother. It was sent with the subject line “This is for you and R”

 

Someone in CA loves me!

To my beautiful wife…

This made me think of you. I can only hope that someday you will be as accomplished. You always say you were born during the wrong era. If you had been born in her era these are the sort of things I could see you doing.
 
I know you’re going to make a huge impact on the world and I’m glad I’ll be there to witness it.
 
I love you.