The Lowry and 35W Bridges in Minneapolis, Minnesota following the passing of the equal marriage laws. Minnesota is the 12th state to accept same-sex marriages (but by far the most fabulous, although that may be my biased opinion).
St. Paul Public Works installing rainbow flags on the Wabasha Bridge this morning - thank you St. Paul and Mayor Coleman!
Wabasha Street Freedom bridge is now temporarily “The Wabasha Street Freedom to Marry Bridge.”
I’ll always love this state, but the celebration of the inevitable passing of marriage equality makes my heart feel like it’s about to burst with pride for my home state.
So proud of Minnesota right now. There are no words. Off to the Senate!
It is sad when children have more insight and wisdom than most adults. At least, there is some hope with them.
I had to read this book called a queer history of the united states and it was talking about how in the 60s it was really frowned upon to be gay and there was no real way to meet up with other gay people so lesbians would go to concerts with lesbian singers in hopes of meeting someone and i was like im pretty sure that still happens
The Country’s Sudden Move Towards Marriage Equality
Because here’s the thing about realizing you’re into girls. Hardly anyone I know has ever said, “Am I gay?” in the same way they say, “Hey, do you know what the weather’s supposed to be like tomorrow?” Like they just need to figure out how to dress for the occasion. No, when most people ask, “Am I gay?” they ask it with the kind of urgency they would usually reserve for things like, “Do I strap this parachute to my back and jump from this free falling airplane or do I nose dive into the ocean and hope the sharks don’t eat my remains? SINK OR SWIM? LIVE OR DIE? QUENCH THE FIRE OR BURN ALIVE?” It feels so urgent, and the reason it feels so urgent is because you’re probably not just asking, “Hey, do I want to make out with other girls?”
You’re also probably asking: What the hell are my parents going to say when I tell them I want to kiss other girls? And my friends and my co-workers and my classmates and everyone at my family reunion? And what’s that girl going to say when I tell her I want to kiss her? And how is my life ever going to be OK, and how can I go on being the same, and am I the same, and what else do I not know about what’s alive inside me? And who will still love me and who will start hating me, and is God involved, or the government maybe, and what if it’s only one girl I want to kiss, and how do I label myself and must I label myself, and what if I change my mind and, really, what if I do burn alive? — Heather Hogan (via ladysaviours)
I feel like Mary Ellen and I had a conversation regarding just this…
That we did, and for good reason.
“but the bible say-“