A joyous milestone.
Jun. 26th, 2015 12:49 pmToday the Supreme Court of the United States ruled in favor of same-sex marriage in all states of the Union. It's been a long time coming. There were moments when I didn't think it would happen. And even more times when I told myself that indeed it would, but that it might take more years than I have in me. But today I am proud to be an American.
Despite the anger, the dissent, and the atrocities perpetrated on some, we - as a country - have managed to make this change within the law. To do it without fighting another horrific Civil War. That's where we are all winners. That's what it means to be America.
And to lovers everywhere:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.
Despite the anger, the dissent, and the atrocities perpetrated on some, we - as a country - have managed to make this change within the law. To do it without fighting another horrific Civil War. That's where we are all winners. That's what it means to be America.
And to lovers everywhere:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.