June is national LGBT Pride month. This weekend is New York’s Pride weekend – Sunday will be the Pride Parade.
It’s a time where we stand up and say – look, I know this isn’t the most widely accepted thing in the world. But you know what? We were born this way, and we’re not going to pretend we’re something we’re not just to make you more comfortable. We promise we won’t teach your children about sex – gay or otherwise – and we won’t try to molest you while you’re not looking. We will just be us, okay?
However, this weekend will be about so much more than that.
You see, tonight, New York made history. New York became the sixth of these United States to legalize gay marriage.
Tonight, the Senate of New York stood up and declared that they could not deny us the same rights they enjoyed.
I won’t lie, I was nervous. I’ve always assumed New York was all kinds of progressive and magical. I quickly learned, however, that although New York City is as eccentric and accepting as they come, New York State is gigantic and vastly outnumbers us city dwellers. I was worried, because as I get older, I wouldn’t want to live in a state that wouldn’t recognize my love for what it was. I wouldn’t want to raise my children in a place that doesn’t show tolerance, doesn’t promote acceptance.
Of course, being nowhere near ready to settle down in any respect, I was willing to give it a few more years.
I’m so, so, so, SO glad I don’t have to.
I could marry whoever I wanted tomorrow.
And that simple fact makes me ever so proud to tell the world, “I live in New York.”