Too much Maggie Gallagher before my morning coffee
Thanksgiving was about as "pro-family" as you can get, with my husband and myself joining 25+ other loved ones for a festive day of food, fun, and Tofurky.
Friday was a day to relax, with both me and Andrew eating up the joy of being able to spend a weekday frolicking through the city that we love. Some light shopping, some heavy eating, and a nightcap of high-kicking Rockettes. It was a wholesome day of dual-husbanded hijinks.
Saturday we went out to Long Island, spending the day and night with three adorable nephews and two doting grandparents. We went to a museum, made a homemade Mexican feast, built a few Lego masterpieces, and thoroughly cherished the time that we were able to spend together.
As Andrew and I laid our heads down at the ends of each of these nights, a satisfied sense of peace filled our hearts. On every one of these mornings, we arose with a hug and a smile. Overjoyed to spend another day together. Thrilled that we live in a part of the country that allowed us to legally marry (and recognize the same). Content with the state of our surroundings. Excited for the burgeoning holiday season.
Every morning except one. On Saturday around 7 AM, this was the message that blared out of our NYC-based alarm clock:
Just imagine this for a second, hetero pals. Imagine having your morning rocked with an evil, ugly, insidious message that tells both you and every other one of your neighbors who happens to be listening to WCBS-FM at that time that your marriage is wrong, unlawful, immoral, or worse. Imagine verbal attacks that are so hurtful and pointed, they make morning breath seem delicious by comparison. Imagine being in the midst of a truly great weekend, and having negligent disdain put your peace on pause. Imagine lying in your bed, feeling as snug as a bug in a rug, then instantly feeling as if a million bugs came rushing out of your alarm clock with the sole purpose of eating away your wedding bands.
My husband and I don't have to imagine it. The bogeyman came out from under our bed, hellbent on beating the everloving sh*t out of our sweet souls.
We hit the snooze button and sent the nastiness out of our home. If only the larger beast were so easily tamed.
"gay couples should be free to live as they choose."
Another great example of right-wingers using coded language to cover up what they really think. Live as I *choose?* Precisely, guys - you think this is a choice, and that's what this is really about for them.
Posted by: DN | Nov 30, 2009 1:48:57 PM
Here's a nice email you could send to all of the DJs at WCBS FM
firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org
"REMOVE ELTON JOHN from your PLAYLIST
Or Remove the Anti-Gay Marriage Advertisements on WCBS fm.
You can't make money from BOTH- without looking like Backstabbers.
"Step Into Christmas" and "Step Into 2010"
Posted by: Jason | Dec 6, 2009 3:33:29 PMcomments powered by Disqus