We live in a turbulent time, when Stuff Matters, and most of the Stuff coming down the pike is BAD. In midst of all the killing, the lying and the cynicism, one weekend of luminescence is shining through this formerly great land of ours, and its source lies on the steps of City Hall in San Francisco.
Tessa's best friend Jason and his partner Tim were one of the 450 same-sex couples married on Saturday, and he shared the ceremony with us via cell phone. In a fit of unbelievable congruence, we happened to be having coffee with Dr. Peter Kaufman, the UNC professor who was the minister at our wedding, which made the whole thing surreal and so real.
Jason (in black) and Tim hold the cell phones to the deputized minister (l), San Francisco on Saturday afternoon
at the same moment, I take a picture of Tessa listening on cell speakerphone, with Dr. Kaufman in background, Chatham County, North Carolina
Apparently there were no protestors at the courthouse, no conservatives with "God Hates Fags" signs to be seen just a perfect 72-degree day, lines of overjoyed people, strangers handing out wedding gifts, and the collective *sigh* of a country that is actually doing something right for the weekend.
Sure enough, there will be Family Values and Rabid Right groups swooping down to take a giant dump on these incredible proceedings, but Tessa is right: they can't ever take this moment away. As of this writing, Tim and Jason are married, and that feeling will be permanent, regardless of a judge's decision. The genie is out of the bottle.
But it doesn't end there we were having brunch this morning with Tessa's oldest college friend Lee and her partner Suzanne, and they were so struck by Jason and Tim's story that they dropped their forks, ran back to our apartment, and got online for a plane ticket. In a matter of minutes, all three of them (including Tessa) hopped on a plane for Los Angeles.
They just called me a few minutes ago from LAX airport, where they are going to rent a car and drive all night to San Francisco. I told them to be careful on the trip, but I imagine the adrenaline of participating in our generation's first truly radical moment will be more than enough to keep them awake through the desert sands.
Posted by irw at February 15, 2004 11:58 PM