My friend David likes to give me a hard time for my blog.
Last I saw him — at a party a couple of weeks ago, with drinks in our hands — he leaned over and said: “You’re not still writing all that atheist stuff, are you?” (He might not have said “stuff.” Who can remember?) David’s a Christian. And although he rarely talks about his religion — that is, he’s not a proselytizer — he attends church frequently, and he sings (really well, actually) in his choir, and he unabashedly loves his Jesus.
But none of that seems to matter, or even come up between us, with the exception of some good-natured haranguing once in a while. (And believe me, I give it back in spades.) There are so many things I adore about David that I tend to forget “all that churchy stuff.” Our roads may fork at belief, but they come together at so many other junctures — we’re never too far away from each other.
Take yesterday: Supreme Court. Defense of Marriage Act. Prop. 8. You remember.
It was kind of a big deal.
A big deal for all of us, I’d argue, but especially for David, since he’s both gay and married. (That’s him in the picture, on the left, with his partner, JP. It was taken on their wedding day.) His Facebook statuses yesterday were the best. Here are some of them, in order of appearance:
Today the government made an honest man out of me. No longer will I lie and check “single” on my federal income tax form.
My husband just woke up and my first words to him were, “Our marriage is federally recognized.”
Time for a federally recognized wedding ceremony. And reception. And GIFTS.
I’m mostly excited because I can now re-gift more of our wedding gifts.
Last night I made dinner for my husband for the first time ever. This morning, we awoke to some good news from SCOTUS. Must. Make. Dinner. More. Often. (Ok–“made dinner” is a bit of stretch–but I did heat up frozen turkey burgers).
In the morning my first words to my husband were, “Our marriage is federally recognized.” Before going to bed my last words were, “How are your social security benefits looking?”
It’s this type of thing that makes GOP-fundamentalist claims that the Supreme Court violated “God’s law” so utterly nut-job. By all means, Michelle Bacchmann, be religious. Believe in whatever God or prophet you like. But know that invoking your religious beliefs in an attempt to discredit gay marriage doesn’t turn people against gay marriage. It just turns people against you.