You’re in a changing room with your best man, ready to walk down the aisle. You and your girlfriend have been dating for three years now, engaged for five months— it’s finally time to become husband and wife! You’ve got the suit, she’s got the dress and her ring and bridesmaid— and today’s the day.WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE TENS OF THOUSANDS OF NOTES
A knock comes at the door, though, just as you’re rolling up your cuff sleeves.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the preacher says. “A vote has just been called for; it should only take a few minutes.”
“Yes, sir,” the preacher says. “The whole town has to vote on your marriage.”
You look to your best friend, who just shrugs his shoulders. You walk into the church proper and you see hundreds of people lined up to cast a ballot. There’s your mother and your father and her mother and father. There’s the woman who taught you in third grade. There’s the grocery store owner who always thought you were looking for trouble, and that guy who you accidentally got in trouble once for having a fake ID, and the religious old lady who thinks you shouldn’t kiss before you got married.
There’s the crazy ex-girlfriend of yours that thinks that you’re meant to be, your grandparents, all of those who approve and disapprove of you— and then there’s complete strangers.
Someone turns on a TV screen shoved in the corner of the room, and the news comes on. People are lining up all over to cast their ballot. And the preacher wasn’t exaggerating— in fact, he understated it. It’s not just the town— it’s the state. No, wait. It’s the entire country? Voting on your marriage?
Your girlfriend is crying in the corner, her white wedding dress slumping pathetically against the floor. You don’t know what to say. You just wanted to walk down the aisle. On the news, there’s a talk radio host talking about how ‘young men and women should wait until they’re at least 30 until getting married’ and how your marriage will taint the institution of marriage all together.
After a long, long wait, you hear the results. “I’m sorry,” the preacher says, “but you just can’t get married. The country has spoken. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
You hang your suit back up and kick off your shoes. She takes off her wedding dress and curls the tulle and organza in her hands. You exit the church with a large boulder of shame sitting in-between your two shoulder blades.
Where had you gone wrong? What right did those strangers have to say who you should marry? You love this girl with your whole heart, and it was supposed to be the best day of your life. And now it’s gone.
Sounds outrageous, right?
This is what happens when you vote on marriage. This is what happens when you vote down the possibility of gay marriage.
But this isolated incident won’t happen! You’re exaggerating!
Too late. It already has.
You don’t have the right to say that any two people can or cannot be married, no matter what the circumstance is. It’s that fucking simple.
GUYS, WHY YOU NO REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS???
This is really good. Only, people don’t read these things usually like they should. Guys, read this.
This here. If only it could through everyones’ heads.
this makes me dizzy… wtf people…
I was at work, but I wasn’t actually working, I was hanging around/helping till my sister finished her shift.
Boss man: So have you ever broken up with a boy?
Me: Why would you assume a boy?
Boss: Oh? A girl then?
Me: It might’ve been…
Boss: Really? You’re…?
Me: Hah, yes, I play for the other team.
Boss: Really? God, that’s fantastic!
Me: Uhm, yeah, I guess…
Boss: Wow, really, that’s great, really! I am so proud of you! This is great!
Me: Yeah, wow, I didn’t know how you’d take it, so I was playing it safe…
Boss: Oh my god, no, I can’t believe how disgusting people can be! It doesn’t affect your brain, or your work ethic! It’s got nothing to do with me!
And then he proceeded to tell me and my sister all about Harvey Milk, and how he has a friend who’s gay, and how great it is, and blahblahblah, he was seriously over the moon that I told him.
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So, I’m just sitting here, casually looking through the Department of Foreign Affairs & Trade website, looking at the graduate recruitment brochure, because that’s what I hope to get into when I’ve completed uni, and I’m looking at their information on overseas posting, which is one of the options you have after completing the two year training course, and something that I’ve always wanted to do, and this is just neatly tacked onto the end of the information on being posted overseas:
"Another issue is that some countries do not recognise de facto and same sex relationships. The legal status accorded to a de facto or same sex partner by a host government is important because it may also affect the partner’s privileges and immunities including the right to work, taxation and social security exemptions, access to local educational facilities, etc.
These types of issues need to be considered carefully by each individual when applying for an overseas posting.” So pretty much, because I’m gay, I may not be able to be posted overseas, and if I can, it might stop me being posted to a country that I’d really to be working in. Oh, and I probably won’t be treated the same. Well, screw you DFAT. Yeah, this has pissed me off quite some.
These types of issues need to be considered carefully by each individual when applying for an overseas posting.”
So pretty much, because I’m gay, I may not be able to be posted overseas, and if I can, it might stop me being posted to a country that I’d really to be working in. Oh, and I probably won’t be treated the same. Well, screw you DFAT.
Yeah, this has pissed me off quite some.
First of all, I dragged myself down to uni to pick up a few of my textbooks, even though it was so not the weather to even leave the house. But I persevered, and off I went, by train too.
When I got there I was accosted, yes accosted, by a man from the voting commission, or whatever it’s called, and he gave my paperwork to enroll to vote, which I took off him and went on my way.
I was walking along when a banner for same-sex marriage caught my eye, so I wandered over to have a little looksie, and the guy stopped me and asked if I wanted to sign a petition, which obviously I did, so I stopped and signed, and as I was signing he asked me why I was doing it, and I told him cause I’m gay, which was terrifying, cause I’ve never really said it aloud before, let alone to a random, and he was totally cool with it, and we got into this massive conversation about marxism, racism, refugees, and just equality and rights in general, then we wished each other luck, and off I went on my merry way.
I didn’t get very far, when I heard someone call my name, turns out it was Georgie, and she was helping man a table for the Oaktree Foundation, an NGO I was a volunteer for in 2009. Stopped and had a little chit chat with her, which was lovely.
Then I continued my journey to the bookshop, where I picked up some of my text books, and on the way I passed the table for the unis version of a GSA, but I didn’t stop, cause I was scared. But getting my text books I worked up the courage, and on my way to the library to pick up my student ID I stopped, and had a chat, and they gave me a brochure for a Queer Rally, which was neat.
And then I stopped to chat to a guy I know from Oaktree, who’s going to set me up doing work with another NGO, that’s based at the uni, and need someone doing International Aid & Development, which is the course I’m doing, so that should be good.
All of that was pretty successful, and then I had to hack it back home on the train, but to get to the bus stop for the bus that would take me to the train station I had to go through an underpass all on my own, which was pretty damn scary, because dude, I watch enough crime shows to know whats goes on in those things O_O But I made it through, and got to the train station safely.
Then I got on the train to come back home, and I was sat there quietly plugged into my iPod going through the various brochures etc that had been foisted upon me at the school, when the one for the Queer Rally fell and fluttered (yes, it fluttered) to the floor in the middle of the aisle in the train, so as I was taking the stuff off my lap so I could reach over without causing a catastrophe, an older man who was across the aisle lent over to pick it up, and as he saw what it was for, he gave me this look (if they could kill, I’d be dead) and sat back in his seat. So I nearly killed my self leaning across a seat while balancing several textbooks and a stack of papers, to get this brochure off the floor.
Yet after all the trials and tribulations of the day,(just a tad of drama) I am now home safely.