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The fact that I was given up for adoption indicates to me that my birth mother had three choices when she became pregnant with me: raise me, give me up for adoption, or abort me. She had three choices because there were people in this world who believed in fighting for the right of choice. She had the right to make her own decision about her own body. On a completely selfish level I couldn’t be happier that my mother decided to give me up for adoption because that meant a chance at life.

I also think about the challenges of raising children. Not because I have children but because I was a child, know children, and know plenty of parents. The decisions and sacrifices that parents make on a daily basis are amazing. I consider my partner’s mother who spent the past 19 years of her life caring for her youngest, physically challenged son because, despite his inability to speak but a few words, his constant need for attention, and his inability to walk, sit up, or stand, she absolutely loves him with everything that she has. There are no cures for his combination of diagnosis of a brain disease and Cerebral palsy in combination with blindness and a list of others. Even though her quality of life suffers she does everything to make sure her son’s doesn’t.

I think about my partner’s son who called me in a state of shock and fright when he found out that his girlfriend, pregnant with his second child, was having pregnancy complications and all tests indicated that their child would be born with birth defects. He couldn’t bear the thought of terminating the pregnancy, however the complications would also put his girlfriend’s life at risk. Two months and many complications later, mother nature intervened and she miscarried. It was a huge loss to both of them but a relief because they didn’t have to make the decision of terminating the pregnancy or possibly losing both mother and child during birth. Despite the emotional turmoil they have since married and are expecting again.

I also think a great deal about my rights and how there are people within my community preventing me from marrying the person I love most in the world just because that person happens to be my same gender. I believe that I should have the right to marry and find it difficult to understand why my desire and ability to marry should matter to someone who lives up the street or attends the church at the end of the block.

The most important thing I think about is how the right to make decisions about life are not so black and white. The stakes are not all the same. Life, and how much we can take of it, doesn’t necessarily fit everyone the same. We don’t know how we would handle situations or that we would even handle the same situation the same way a second time around. We do however have to own up to our decisions, relying on the fact that we are at least able to make them instead of taking them for granted.

The Republican Party is trying, desperately, to rebrand and market the GOP in an attractive way that will bring younger followers and fresh new ways to fuck up the United states. So I thought why not rebrand the “Gay Marriage” debate. From this point forward let’s just call it “Same Gender Marriage”.

The fact that we’ve been calling it “Same Sex Marriage” is what is shriveling up the figurative GOP junk. Like most immature prepubescent boys, the word “sex” gets the men of the GOP all excited. They giggle on the inside and then make inappropriate gestures, like preventing gays from rights and protection, while giving blow jobs in bathrooms at airports. It just doesn’t make sense.

So, I thought maybe, if they weren’t busy thinking about sex when deciding on my rights to marry, the law and commonsense would help them change their interpretation of the law by granting same-gender marriage rights. It isn’t about sex just as it isn’t about the church. Once the GOP “yeah you know me” mentality stops to actually think about rights for all people, things should make perfect sense. I don’t believe that us gays are asking too much.

Please, if you do nothing more today, I encourage you to celebrate the love for your family and those close to you. Sadness, loss, tragedy can strike at any time. Call your mother, or father, your sister, brother, uncle, cousin. Call your friends or neighbors or classmates. Tell them anything. Just say “hi”.

So glad that there is such a thing as posting to my blog via email. Now i can blog on the run!!