Its no secret that the state of New York recently passed the Marriage Equality Act, a law legalizing same-sex marriages in that state. The law became official on Sunday, July 24 and the first same-sex couples began marrying there on that day, and I say good for them. This has been a bit of a hot-button issue for several years, with opponents claiming that the world as we know it would cease to be if a man and a man or a woman and a woman were allowed to marry.
Incidentally, New York is not the first state to allow same-sex marriage. It has been passed and subsequently repealed in a number of states, including Hawaii and California and is currently legal in Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, Vermont and New Hampshire (of all places). New York is one of those states that the rest of the country looks toward to see how to act, however, and the legalization of same-sex marriage there is a huge step forward for the rights of gays nationwide.
The first couple to officially marry under the new law were Phyllis Siegal, 76, and Connie Kopelov, 84, a couple of sweet little old ladies who seem they could far more easily be your grandmother baking cookies than a pair of sexual deviants bent on destroying the sanctity of marriage in America as we know it. You’ve really got to love that moronic argument, don’t you? Somehow the opponents of same-sex marriage expect us to believe that (1) Phyllis and Connie marrying will somehow make Ward and June’s marriage mean less than it does and (2) that the concept of marriage is somehow sacred in the same country that has television shows like The Bachelor, Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire, and (the best ever) Who Wants to Marry a Midget? (yes, that was a real show. Isn’t “midget” now considered an offensive term? I guess Who Wants to Marry a Little Person? lacked the same punch.)
The argument “God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve” must have lost some of its appeal for the Anita Bryants of the world lately. Those of you who read my most recent posts already know how much credence I give to the idea that God made anything at all, least of all homophobic assholes. They will also argue that homosexual unions are not valid because they can not produce children. Guess what guys? Phyllis is 76 and Connie is 84. If they were Phyllis and Carl, I doubt that they’d be producing many kids… should their ages prohibit them from marrying as well? In a world run by the likes of Mitt Romney, Sarah Palin, and Michelle Bachmann, perhaps so. (And speaking of Michelle Bachmann, have you seen her husband Marcus? A three dollar bill isn’t that queer, folks. Just sayin’.)
So I raise a toast to Phyllis and Connie and all the others like them who may one day get the chance to freely join together in the bonds of legal and, yes, holy, matrimony. Congratulations, ladies!