It is true.
I'm one of those women who genuinely looks forward to my wedding day - in fact, I already own the dress. I'm not engaged, I'm not even dating anyone. But I dream of the day I'm married to the person I love. I plan the wedding ceremony. I think of names for children. I imagine growing old with the person that I love.
When conservatives rant about the greatness of the institution, I agree. When they talk about the scourge of broken homes, I agree. When they say that kids are best off in a stable, two-parent home, I agree.
I'm a lesbian. The person I want to marry is another woman.
I don't see this as a problem or a contradiction.
When homophobes go on about how LGBT people want to "destroy marriage," I don't understand. I don't want to destroy anything. I want in. How is it that when I look at marriage and ask to be let in, I'm told that my very question is vulgar? That allowing me in would destroy everything?
The greatest danger the institution of marriage faces is people who willfully abuse it. People who mistreat their spouses or children and make them flee. People who see nothing wrong with abandoning one's spouse for a younger, hotter one.
Love is not the problem. Love, together with respect, kindness and mutual regard, is the solution.
I yearn, I ache, I hope for the day when I can say to to someone, I do. When I can say from this day forth, and all the days of my life. When I can come home, give the love of my life a kiss and gather up our children for a hug.
I stand at the gate of the fortress of marriage and I bang on the door. Let me in. I see what you have and I want it.
I see stable, happy marriages between people who love each other, and I say, I want me some of that.
I see old couples and hear them talk about their grandchildren and dream of the day when that is me.
This has been a post for therealljidol. This week's topic was "the sincerest form of flattery." Constructive criticism is welcomed.