A week or two ago, I was in a yoga class, waiting for it to begin. I was laying on the mat, chatting with the man next to me, who I’d never met. He was interested to hear I’m a runner, and he said “my husband is a runner” and we went on discussing runner injuries and stretches and why yoga was good for runners.

I live in Northern California, and his marriage is not legal here yet, but I absolutely love that I live in a town where that exchange was perfectly natural and normal and real. I didn’t bat an eye at the fact that he has a husband, and he didn’t hesitate to call him as such. As it should be.

Hopefully someday I will get to meet you. 🙂

I’ve yet to get to the point with someone that it truly mattered, so I can’t say which side of the fence I am on… Just pointing out something that was interesting to me.

We also hear the whole, “Yeah, don’t mind your lack of rights because marriage is stupid anyway.” argument a lot too. It feels about as invalidating as the whole “commitment ceremony” thing is.

Hell, we even had a couple of pre-wedding meltdowns that my therapist assured me was just further proof that all marriages are equal and that we had to let all pre-ceremony tiffs go, because it just comes along with getting married!