Long ago, when the Earth was flat, there were a handful of people in this country angry and fearful about the direction we were headed; two wars, irresponsible tax policy, and wholesale curtailing of basic rights were just a few of the dangerous paths the administration in charge chose to lead us. People that spoke out were accused of everything from harboring (or being) communists, cowards, traitors, pedophiles, or Godless hippies. Alright, a few us are Godless hippies, but that’s not the point. People got fired for voicing their opinions. Some were blacklisted and suffered financially. Some of us have even been threatened with physical violence. Yup, friends, 2000-2001 were scary times.
Fortunately, someone got the bright idea to incorporate a blog on the National Democratic website, and i have to say, without the daily contact of many of those kindred spirits, many of us might well have withered away from the sheer weight of contrary public opinion. It was on that site that i met many people who I consider life-long friends.
Eight years, a new administration, and a few gray hairs later (not on me, of course) some of us have moved on, but not completely. Today, I received some of the best news I’ve gotten in quite some time. One of us, the Rev Jim, is a polite, unassuming, easy going guy. Gay as all get out. I’m talkin gay. Gay. He fits every stereotype of a gayful gay guy. From his bib overalls to his truck, he just sets off the gaydar. I kid. I mean, I’m a better decorator. I’m way prettier, come to think of it. Anyway, he and his remarkable partner, Robert, live in Gay Paradise, in the world’s most gay-ly hospitable State in the Union- North Carolina.
Of course, everyone knows that gayly gay people are unable or unwilling to form lasting relationships. We all know that just a passing glimpse of say, the mailman, wearing those sexy blue-grey wool shorts (who doesn’t love a man in uniform?) usually spells certain death to a gay couple’s future. So, they tend to go through shack-up after shack-up, all the while being miserable in their chosen gayness. The Rev Jim and Robert are no exceptions, their 16 yr old shack-up is about to end.
Because they are getting married! To each other! In Vermont! These guys have been through some tough damn spots, y’all. Homelessness and near death sickness couldn’t break their bond to each other. Jim wrote me this morning to announce the impending nuptials, and the title of this post is a direct quote from him. (I wasn’t going to give him credit, but, well, I might attend the wedding, and, I’m afraid of him a little)
I can’t tell you how happy I am for these two friends. Seriously, congrats, Dude. Bring me back some maple syrup? I ran out of the stuff Beantown Bob brung me….