yay New York
Feb. 3rd, 2008 05:41 pmWell, that's two states in the country in which my marriage is legal now (and may it stay so!). And New York has just moved way up the rankings in the list of states I'd be willing to live in if necessary.
I predict a lot of people are going to go to Canada, marry, and then come back and get it recognized. If you marry in MA, there's a requirement that at least one partner has to be an MA resident... but no such thing about Canada.
Hopefully this will shortly be followed by the right to actually *get married* in New York, but this is pretty damn cool.
It's just really nice to see progress. I was utterly astounded when gay marriage became legal in MA in plenty of time for ours, and ever since it has in some ways felt like living in a small outpost of sanity. I hadn't realized how thoroughly I felt like a second-class citizen until suddenly I didn't, because it was the treatment I expected and had gotten used to-- I grew up in Ohio in the eighties and nineties, after all, where the only publicly out lesbian of high school age I knew was regularly put in the hospital because of it. (I have heard it was better if you were older. But high school would eat you alive.) Going off to college helped tremendously, but I always knew that college was in some ways a bubble of tolerance, a society that in some ways had little similarity to the outside world.
MA may be a bubble too, but if so-- and I don't think so-- it's a hell of a lot bigger one.
And now New York. Awesome.
I predict a lot of people are going to go to Canada, marry, and then come back and get it recognized. If you marry in MA, there's a requirement that at least one partner has to be an MA resident... but no such thing about Canada.
Hopefully this will shortly be followed by the right to actually *get married* in New York, but this is pretty damn cool.
It's just really nice to see progress. I was utterly astounded when gay marriage became legal in MA in plenty of time for ours, and ever since it has in some ways felt like living in a small outpost of sanity. I hadn't realized how thoroughly I felt like a second-class citizen until suddenly I didn't, because it was the treatment I expected and had gotten used to-- I grew up in Ohio in the eighties and nineties, after all, where the only publicly out lesbian of high school age I knew was regularly put in the hospital because of it. (I have heard it was better if you were older. But high school would eat you alive.) Going off to college helped tremendously, but I always knew that college was in some ways a bubble of tolerance, a society that in some ways had little similarity to the outside world.
MA may be a bubble too, but if so-- and I don't think so-- it's a hell of a lot bigger one.
And now New York. Awesome.