Last night was an amazing night. John and I came home and gathered around our TV to watch the vote in the New York Senate for the marriage equality bill, a giant knot in my stomach, worried that it wouldn’t happen. When they announced it had passed, I felt big tears welling up in my eyes. After the failed 2009 vote, I was proud to be a New Yorker again. And the fact that it happened during Pride was just a lovely coincidence. John and I kept looking at each other and saying, “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they did it.” Gov. Cuomo promptly signed the bill into law and on July 24th, same sex couples in New York can start getting married.
Denying this basic human right to two people in love is/was morally wrong. You can’t help who you fall in love with, and you certainly shouldn’t be punished or treated unequally for it. Love is love. Six states down, forty-four to go. There’s still a ways to go, but last night was a great step. I especially want to congratulate the same-sex couples I work with who can FINALLY get married in their home state, instead of heading to nearby Connecticut, Massachusetts, or DC.
Last night I kept thinking about this couple, and how amazing it is that after 61 years, they’ll be able to get married next month: