As a special token of their love and appreciation of having a world-famous, top-notch mayor, wouldn’t it be lovely if all those mean opponents to Houston’s Equal Rights Amendment would stand down, and just — in the wise words of James Taylor — shower the people with love?
Congratulations, Mayor Parker. And congratulations to you and your wife, Kathy Hubbard, having just passed your one-year anniversary as legal same-sex spouses. That’s probably a first for the City Mayors Foundation.
Here’s another thing to love: For those of you who rail and complain and kvetch about Texas’s archaic prohibition of marriage equality, here’s an outlet to go public with your outrage. The Valentine’s March for Equality begins with a general gathering in front of the Harris County Civil Courthouse, 201 Caroline Street, on Friday, February 13, at 11 a.m. Then, at noon, same-gender couples will attempt to obtain marriage licenses in the County Clerk’s office. Inevitably, these loving couples will be denied a license to wed. Participants will then proceed in an orderly fashion (think Lohengrin’s wedding march) down Main Street to City Hall, 901 Bagby Street, with a rally beginning at 12:30 p.m. in front of the Reflecting Pool.
If you care to participate in the march and/or rally, but don’t have time to come up with a clever slogan to write on a sign — like, “All We Need is Love” or “Will Marry for Food” — organizers will provide a sign for you. Easy breezy!
If you do have time to make your own sign, please make sure you don’t mount it on a stick or pole, because sticks and poles are prohibited. Except in strip clubs, of course. Also, please spellcheck those signs; this isn’t a Tea Party rally.
Finally, here’s a little more love talk for you: Because LGBTs for too long have been denied the right to make legal their commitment to each other, our ‘partner’ relationships sometimes don’t last as long as we original intend them to. Certainly not always, but too often, ‘forever’, in gay couple years, translates to three years, or maybe five if we are lucky.
My first, most enduring ‘forever’ relationship was with a woman I met on Valentine’s Day in a lesbian bar. Corny, I know, but it was love at first sight. We were the embodiment of the stereotypical U-Haul lesbians. And it worked for five years, and then, for various reasons, it didn’t. She got the dog, I got the couch. But we both ended up getting something much more than either of us could have foreseen.
Thirty years later, we’re still best of friends. Even though we’re now separated by 1800 miles (five years ago she moved from Texas to Wisconsin, and has yet to thaw out), we’re still in constant contact, sharing the good and the not-so-good. We’ve supported each other through new loves and heart-wrenching break-ups, personal and professional victories, births and deaths, questionable hair coloring and wardrobe choices, menopause, and everything else that happens in the course of a lifetime. You know — for better or worse, richer or poorer. For thirty years.
So Happy Valentine’s Day, dear Donise. For three decades, you have been the sustaining wind beneath my wings and yes, sometimes, the nagging pain in my ass. I’m sure you feel the same.
This Valentine’s Day, why not take time to send some love to the other Love of Your Life — your best friend? With or without a marriage license, if that isn’t something to celebrate on Valentine’s Day, I don’t know what is.