The hearings began today.
I’m having a hard time with the space between my cynicism and my optimism.
I don’t have anything eloquent or composed to say. Better writers than me are writing. Better speakers than me are speaking.
So, I’m not going to try to say anything unique or beautiful. I’m not going to try to change your mind if you somehow hold the strange position that anyone else’s love does anything but make the world a better place. I can’t imagine how difficult your world must be if you do believe that, really.
I’m not going to talk about those who once opposed marriage equality changing their minds once they realized that it was an issue that touched the people they loved. I’m not going to talk about whether that’s too little too late, or if it’s an evolution of thought that is needed, or even if it’s both.
I’m not going to talk about those I love who have had bigotry rule their life and choices.
I’m not going to talk about the double standards of people who have divorced their dying spouses so they could remarry quicker than their spouse could die who stand up and talk about sanctity of marriage and how they believe that someone else simply loving another person enough to want to share their whole life with them in any possible way threatens that sanctity.
I’m not going to talk about the separation of church and state that is such a valued treasure to my Constitution while others simultaneously talk about their valued treasure of the 2nd Amendment and how they believe we need more church in our state for the good of the public welfare.
I’m not going to talk about those who have been killed or killed themselves because our culture so hates all things queer.
I’m not going to talk about my own sexuality, and why I call myself queer.
I’m not going to talk about love.
I’m not even going to talk about hope.
I’m just going to do it.
I’m going to hope. I’m going to dream. I’m going to believe that it is possible that the world is changing. I’m going to dare.