Jo and I met in our freshman year of college, a few days after moving into our first dorm rooms. We first bonded over memories of watching "Murder, She Wrote" with our respective grandmothers, and the fact that we both called purses pocketbooks. We've now been together for over four years, and were married yesterday afternoon.
For the past few months, Jo has been a field organizer and I've been a volunteer with the No on Prop 8, Equality for All campaign. Like so many other volunteers, we've been in the streets, in the office and on the phones reaching as many voters as we can to make sure they know about Prop 8 and know that it takes away rights for millions of Californians.
These past few months have been meaningful for us not only because of our sexual orientation, but also because we are a mixed-race couple. A friend of ours recently wrote in a letter that the people we saw on street corners waving Yes on 8 on signs were the ghosts of those who opposed interracial marriage four decades ago. I have no doubt that one day Americans will look back on today as they now look back on the years of anti-miscegenation law, years when Jo and I would not have been able to get married not only because we are both women, but because Jo is white and I am Latina.
Attached is a picture from our wedding yesterday; Jo is on the left, and I'm on the right. Yes, we're both wearing No on Prop 8 shirts; we took about a half hour off from Election Day campaigning and our pastor married us, with a few members of our church looking on, including our goddaughter. They took photographs on their camera phones, read from the first chapter of Ruth, and played "Here Comes the Bride" on kazoos they borrowed from the Sunday School room.
Jo and I hope to have a traditional wedding someday, one that includes flowers, cake frosting, and as many family and friends as we can get in one place. But November 4, 2008, is the day I became a wife, legally, if only until those who voted for Prop 8 decide that they haven't taken enough.
Next year, Jo will begin law school to continue her career in LGBT rights. We may have lost on this one proposition, but we will win this, this fight to be people not only with rights but also with faces, because there is no other option. As our nieces and nephews grow up, and as we one day have children of our own, we will be able to tell them that we fought for a world where equality has no prerequisites. And the people on those street corners who opposed us, insulted us, and threatened us will have to tell their nieces and nephews and children that they did everything they could to give them a world where hate, fear, and ignorance could take hold. Because of that, I feel far sorrier for them than I do for us.
As a writer, I greatly appreciate your blog for its advice, perspective, and insight. But right now, as a member of the LGBT community, I appreciate your blog for making people think.
Anna-Marie & Jo
Los Angeles, California