Friday, June 25, 2021

13 years ago, I was finally legally married

 On July 15th, 2008 Aric and I were finally legally married. We chose the day because it coincided with the day we met in 1994. We have been on a long tangled road toward getting married. We had been domestically partnered in San Francisco in the late 90's. This was actually quite a big deal since it meant that I wouldn't be a stranger in the eyes of the law if Aric were to get sick which was a pretty big worry. I knew that his family wouldn't be shitty, but shittiness doesn't have to come from family with the fucked way governments and other institutions can screw over gay people in relationships too. We didn't do anything special as I recall which shows on its face that DP is in no way equivalent to marriage. It's just a legal contract. That's true of marriage as well, of course, but there is a lot of cultural significance to marriage too. 


At Stowe for our Civil Union

 

Vermont legalized civil unions in March of 2000. After thinking about it for a while we decided to take vacation to the Northeast to do some leaf peeping in 2002. We drove up from Boston through New Hampshire and then over to Stowe Vermont where we stayed at a cute B&B that I can't remember the name of. Civil Unions were basically marriage without the title marriage. So for that we did have a small ceremony with a local justice of the peace and the proprietors. It was a great all around trip where we got to see our leaves, stopped over in Amherst, MA to visit with our friend Jagu and finally down to NYC.

Great pic of Aric at Stowe

 

We had dinner at the Union Square Cafe where I first had their fabulous lamp chops "scotta ditta" which translates to "burn your fingers". Our friend Doron took us to see Hairspray on Broadway with Harvey Fierstein as the Divine character. One crazy anecdote was that I'm pretty sure this was the trip we ended up at this leather bar on the west side called The Anvil (?). Aric had taken some pills earlier and they were exploding in his stomach. There were a lot of people smoking cigars so this made a perfect storm for his stomach and he needed to puke. Bad. There was a mile long line of leather queens waiting to piss and Aric went by all of them to their scowls. He daintily went to the sink, barfed, rinsed his mouth and sink and walked out. The leather queens were impressed and clapped.

 

Fast forward to February 12th, 2004. That evening Mayor Gavin Newsom, in reaction to George Bush's call for a constitutional amendment against gay marriage, married Phyllis Lyon and Del Martin who had founded the first lesbian group, The Daughters of Bilitis. The catch was that this wasn't one off. They were allowing anybody to get married. By the next morning the internet was buzzing as well as the whole city. At about 7am I woke Aric up with my proposal: "you can sleep all morning or get your sorry ass out of bed and get married". We quickly got dressed and headed down to City Hall. There was a line snaking around the building of couples getting licenses and an impromptu set of people doing ceremonies on the veranda and elsewhere. Every time a couple said their "I do's", a huge ovation would go up to announce the fact. As Aric and I were getting closer to the office, the national media was all over this story. We saw CNN and a bunch of others when Jean Elle of NBC asked Aric if they could tag along with the process. Sure we said, and she interviewed us along the way. We got our license and headed up to the veranda and were married.

The video went viral and was the face of gay marriage on NBC for years after. We heard from friends and relatives as far away as Oslo and Sao Paulo. Marriages kept happening for about a week or two until a suit was filed and marriages were halted. The state Supreme Court soon after invalidated all of the licenses but invited the defendants that this may well be worth reviewing. The lawsuits materialized in the form of "Re: Marriage Cases". The original ruling was in our favor but was overturned on appeal. The California Supreme Court heard the final appeal and ruled in our favor in May of 2008.
 

Getting Married on our Patio

So it was legal in California. There was a dark cloud hovering over all of this in that there was a proposition being circulated for the November ballot. They had stupidly (from their standpoint) not made the proposition language retroactive. This caused a mad rush of couples hurriedly planning and executing their weddings on very short notice. We were no different. We decided to do ours at our house which has been the scene of countless parties over the years. We planned out all of the food and drink and in the spirit of all of the giving over the years asked some of our friends if they'd be willing to help out in the kitchen and serving. It was totally fitting for a Casa Sanchez party as we called it. 

We had one glitch in that our State Senator, Mark Leno, was supposed to officiate it but got stuck in Sacramento. Our friend Derik filled in to take our vows instead. We were so new to this that we had completely forgot to think about what our vows should be or having a best man and that sort of thing. So when Derik read our vows in the standard issue form, I knew that he'd get to the hated "forsake all others" part. It was a pregnant pause by I decided not to be a drama queen and rationalized it away. The party was a huge success with two different shifts for the reception and lots of wine and food to go around. I was forbade to go into the kitchen or have any part of running the party which our friends loved. 

So it was finally legal and done. Sure enough Prop H8 passed stopping people from getting married. The California Supreme Court had no jurisdiction so ultimately it was sued in federal court. After putting on an utterly awful case where the defendants couldn't find anybody who would testify for them and one of their expert witnesses admitting that nobody was harmed in court, Judge Vaughn Walker ruled for the plaintiffs. It was put on stay pending appeal which went to the 9th Circuit and then to the Supreme Court where on 5-4 decision court ruled that the plaintiffs of the appeal didn't have standing, dodging the underlying case.

Marriage was legal in California again but while all of our drama was going on, another cases was winding its way through the courts: Obergefell. By then it was practically once a month that another state would legalize marriage which made for high drama each time there was a decision or a vote. The big prize though made it to the Supreme Court. Anthony Kennedy wrote for the majority and did not dodge and considered the particulars of the actual case. On June 26th, 2015 gay marriage was legal throughout the US.

It was a very long journey to get gay marriage starting all the way back in the 70's when a case made it to the Supreme Court (Baker) and was pretty much laughed out. Lots of people back in the 80's and 90's thought that marriage should be the last of our priorities, but I always felt different. First of all with AIDS there were absolute horror stories about shitty families, so the harm was real and acute. But the real thing for me was because it was also symbolic. It was utterly and completely important to Homophobia Inc and I always though that if we won marriage, it would break their back. I've been pretty much vindicated on that front. Yes there has been some sniping around the edges but the great culture war on gay people is for the most part dead here in the US.

In conclusion I'll quote from Anthony Kennedy's decision:

“No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization's oldest institutions.  They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.”

















Friday, June 4, 2021

On this day on June 5th, 40 years ago, the LA Times reported that something fucked was happening to young gay men in LA

the red HIV/AIDS ribbon - Honolulu Civil Beat 

June 5th marks the day when we first started to recognize that a global HIV pandemic was underway. The CDC had put out a report about a strange pneumonia (PCP) being found in young previously healthy gay men in West Hollywood. The same day, a doctor in New York City reported to the CDC about young gay men who had contracted Karposi's Sarcoma. The LA Times, San Francisco Chronicle, and the AP picked it up and ran it that day. Information moved very, very slowly in those days but the whispers started and the word started to get around the something really fucked was happening.

The pandemic ripped through an entire generation of gay men, and so many of them were the gay men who caused the transforming changes that happened in the 70's after Stonewall. AIDS is a disease of young people and always has been. There was a distinct pattern for gay men: arrive on the scene at 20, dead by 30. I always thought I was on the trailing edge, but I was completely wrong. I was right in the middle of it. It had been circulating for many years by 1981, most likely in the mid 70's.

On a personal level, I was still working at a country club and in school. I had a torrid affair with one of my co-workers and easily the most electric encounter I've ever had. I have always been extremely fearful of what happened to Rick as he was a dancer and the arts were devastated by AIDS. Another affair with a high school mate, Kenny, I know for sure died. I almost certainly had sex with a huge number of people who had it. It's only the miracle of dumb luck that I didn't get it.

The damage didn't stop with the initial wave of people who died which was horrific but also emotionally scarred the generations that followed. They were scared to death of sex and never knew what joyful carefree sex was like. That continues to this day, even when the likelihood of bad outcomes is in the, now, distant past.

We can finally end this. If you are sexually active, get tested. If you are poz, they will put you on meds and you will become U=U and the safest person anybody can have sex with. If you are neg, get on PrEP and you will not only be immune to HIV, but part of the generation that finally puts an end to this horror. Take PrEP and have fun again. It's really that simple.

Special shout out to @NathanielHall who is doing god's work trying to end the stigma of HIV, and to my beautiful husband @AricOlnes who cheated death against all odds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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