I’m boycotting marriage!
I’m sitting here writing this beyond exhausted that marriage equality is still a topic we are discussing. Also putting pen to paper are six Victorian Catholic Bishops. They are busy frantically scribing letters asking their parishioners to support their homophobic ways. With three bills before Federal Parliament hoping to change the legal definition of marriage, it seems the Bishops have got themselves into a tizz. One of them has uttered the nonsense, “next it might be polygamy.” Really? What brilliant logic. At this rate people will be able to marry their family pets! It’s the end of civilization!
It’s just insane to me that still today your sexual orientation determines whether you can enjoy the same basic right to marry the person you love.
Some of my all time favourite days have been seeing my family and friends getting hitched. I loooove going to a wedding. Being in a room of people intoxicated by love is a fabulous way to spend an afternoon. I’m pretty sure I have single handily kept Kleenex afloat thanks to my uncontrollable ‘ugly cry’ at weddings. I once danced the Macarena so enthusiastically that I dislocated my shoulder.
I have been with my boyfriend Sam for eight years. We have one offspring together and plan on breeding many more. We are very committed to each other and even still occasionally open mouth kiss, but neither of us desires to make it ‘official’ through the sacrament of marriage.
For a while I thought that my aversion to tying the knot was because the thought of choosing who would make the guest list worked me into a cold sweat. But the more I think about the ridiculous discrimination of gay people, the less I want anything to do with it.