Prop 8 & Some Thoughts About Things

I am, for lack of a better phrase, a Doubting Thomas. Like my drill sergeants used to say, “I am from Missouri, you’ve got to show me.” Who would’ve ever thought that the overturning of Prop 8 would happen? Not me, that’s for sure (Actually, it was in 2011 but then it was tied up in the laces of the legal system). Today, if you are venturing out from under your rock for the first time, the SCOTUS gave us some great news that I’ve already talked about here.

I don’t even know why I’m all emo as I type this out. My hands are shaky and my eyes are aren’t faring any better in showing their ability to leak. It’s been a long time since I thought about what happened on those streets near the Mormon Temple, when I rushed to danger to fend the cops off of my then partner. It wasn’t that I was trying to be defiant or anything, he was just being attacked after complying with the order given and I reacted. And then I got arrested. We both did.

Being the piece of work that I am, I kind of just tuned all of this out. The subsequent ride in the cop car on the hard plastic seats, the handcuffs that were too tight, I just blocked it all out. While I sat in the holding cell with my partner, I just kept trying to make him laugh and keep his mind off of what was happening because he was really shaken up by what was happening. I really didn’t think anything was going to happen. It was all just like a bad joke but I wanted him to feel better. Hell, I even fell asleep in my cell as he was bailed out and I waited for rescue (Thanks Ramon & Karen & the internet that raised bail money!).

This image has been the sexiest ridazz image on Midnight Ridazz a few times already because DUH

I don’t think I ever really talked about this because I never really thought that I was doing anything extraordinary. I guess today kind of makes me feel a little proud of marching with all those that felt the same way I did back then.

The ensuing wave of people adding me on Twitter made me feel weird and I deleted my account back then. I didn’t want to do interviews, I didn’t want to answer questions, and I didn’t want to talk about it. I was just tryng to protect someone I loved from being hurt because that’s what you do.

Bro was not tazed, but my neck, my neck bro

And maybe that’s all anyone ever wanted to do. They want to be able to be with the ones they love and have that love and all its accompanying benefits recognized. They want the lives they build with one another to be equal and they fought for that. And I never really realized that until now.

So, for all those that never stopped fighting for what they believed in, thank you.

<3, r