SAME-SEX MARRIAGE AND GAY PRIDE

The Supreme Court made their decision on same-sex marriage!  It is legal in all 50 states to get married!  Whoo hoo!  The party was in the streets.  I felt so free.  Not because I was going to get married.  No sir.  I just got out of a 22 year relationship.  I am in no condition to get back into any relationship but a friendship.  But I worked for many years to make same-sex marriage legal for those that want to get married.  I marched, I worked the polls, I wrote letters, I went to protests, Tracy and I even got married before it was legal.  Our marriage was annulled by the state.  It was legal for a very short while.  Twenty-two years ago we were at a protest in front of the IRS in Washington, D.C. at a mass wedding.   I have been fighting this for a long time.

I was married to a man before for a short time and went through a lengthy divorce.  I have no interest in getting married again.  I made that clear to Tracy from the beginning.  I only married in protest to be part of the civil disobedience.  I always felt that Tracy married for real.

Then came Gay Pride weekend.  Usually Tracy would have wanted to stay home and watch it on TV.  She hated crowds and going to events.  She would say "we can go next year".   This year I went to the celebration in the streets for Same-Sex Marriage, the day before Gay Pride and to the Gay Pride parade.

At the Same-Sex Marriage celebration I met a new friend, Jay.  We started talking and hit it off.  I hope we can connect again soon.

At the the Day Before Pride Celebration I hung out by myself.  I just walked around.

At the Gay Pride Parade I met up with my friend Herbert and his friends, Dee and Jeannie.  I hit it off with Jeannie (in a friendship way.)  We had a good time talking during the parade.  It was good to catch up with Herbert not while at a movie.

It felt freeing to go to these events without someone holding me back and keeping me from going.  I know you probably say why didn't you just go and leave her home?  Tracy would be very needy and if I did go she would get angry and call me many times while I was gone.  Or I would get home and she would not be speaking to me.  Sometimes I would go to events without her but other times it just was not worth the reaction I would get.  My therapist calls it avoidance.  I call it picking my battles.

more to come...