On June 26th, 2015, something happened that moved me to tears of joy.
I believe in love. I always have. Love is arguably one of the strongest bonds/forces on the planet. Love can be the difference between life and death, sometimes. Love is what we all crave in this world, whether it be the love of a friend, a significant other, family, or even a pet.
Therefore, I support love. I believe in the very real love and dedication possible between people; whether they be man and woman, woman and woman, man and man, transgender and transgender, or any other combination. I am so proud to have lived to see that love, and the power to marry because of love, is an equal opportunity for any person in the country.
I am engaged to the man of my dreams. He makes me laugh, he makes my heart flutter, and he still gives me butterflies. We are nowhere near perfect, but we know each other well enough to know that we are in this for the long haul. However, before I met Nyier, I was scared for myself. Being a young, bisexual woman, I have always been fearful that I would fall in love, and there was a 50/50 chance I could never marry. Even though I am marrying a man, it’s a beautiful thing to know that friends of mine (or even complete strangers), don’t have to live with the pain and fear I once did.
In all honesty, as happy as I am, my heart is still heavy. I ache for 3 friends of mine (a young lesbian and two young gay men) who lost their chance at lifelong love; because of misunderstanding and pain. For my friends, and so many others once part of the LGBTQ community, who committed suicide, or were killed by others: we wish you could have been here for this amazing day in our history. We wish you could walk down your aisles to the loves of your lives and say, “I do,” in front of all those who shamed and doubted you. We love you, we miss you, and we live in your memories. For those in the LGBTQ community who have been bullied, your prayers were heard and answered. You may not be able to change the minds of the few, but the law of the land is in honor of you. Walk with your head held high.
In conclusion, as happy as I am about the American government recognizing love and equality for all, our work is not done. Love has won, but personal bigotry and disdain is still rife in this country. Between extremist groups and individuals who just don’t “get it,” we still have a lot of work to do. I hope we may one day reach a place in time when anyone, no matter their sexual orientation, the color of their skin, their gender, or their body type can walk down the street with a smile, no fear, and pride. The day when everyone can love and appreciate one another genuinely, is the day we can all smile. We are getting closer, and we CAN do it.
As a bisexual, fat feminist, I am happy. I just hope we continue to move forward.