Prop 8 brought out the best and the worst in this state. But personally, Prop 8 taught me that I have an amazing network of people out there who believe in my family and families like mine. From people I see every day, to people I talk to once a year, to people I’ve reconnected with on Face.book, I’ve discovered a wider network of love and support than I ever though possible.
I really wanted to be glib and bitter in this post, but I realized this morning that it won’t get us any closer to our goal as a community. The thing is, I love my family, I adore my friends, and I wouldn’t trade any of them for anything. Wherever they are, is where I’m supposed to be.
I thought about whether or not we should look at moving to Massachusetts, but the reality is, California is our home. It’s where I grew up, and it’s where our support network is. Taking the kids away from their Aunties, their Nana, their Nana D, Uncle J, and everyone else out there who loves them would not only be detrimental to them, but it lets the bigots win. And I’m not ready to go there yet.
I came to a funny realization yesterday. If you assume that people voting for Prop 8 would really rather have gay people not around them, and recognize that the result of Prop 8 is that gay people in California are now relegated back to only domestic partnership, and that domestic partnership is not transferrable to other states, then the Yes on 8 people pretty much solidified that gay couples in committed relationships in California HAVE TO STAY HERE to keep their rights. I wonder if that was in the literature they passed out in church last Sunday.
Because of Prop 8, I have new friends, rekindled old friendships, and taught my children how to stand up for something they believe in. In their lifetime, I trust the tide will truly turn.