Despite Tuesday’s overwhelming vote approving a Constitutional amendment outlawing gay marriage in Texas, one prominent Texas pastor says she’ll continue marrying gay couples, and the separation of church and state prevents the government from doing anything about it, 1200 WOAI news reported today.
The Rev. Dr. Jo Hudson, pastor of the Cathedral of Hope in Dallas, which bills itself as the largest gay, lesbian, bisexual, and ’transgendered’ church in the world. tells 1200 WOAI news that she’ll continue performing gay marriages, just like she’s done for years.
“For all of our 35 years, we have married gay men, lesbian women, bisexual people, as well as heterosexual people,” she said. “The service is the same as with a traditional marriage, the vows are the same.”
She says weddings are a religious service and have nothing to do with the government. [...]
“They simply don’t have some 1100 rights and privileges that other couples have, and we think that is enshrining discrimination into our constitution,” Rev. Hudson said. (source)
I have to give Rev. Hudson this - she is one courageous woman to be performing gay religious marriages in the State of Texas. Perhaps someday, those marriages will be recognized in some fashion other than recognized in just that one church.
I sometimes wonder if we have asked for too much in wanting marriage.
I sometimes wonder if we are saying goodbye to what makes us unique. I have spent my whole life being a “queer” and a “fag” - labels placed on me for daring to be true to myself. If I’m not that, then what am I? As Walt Whitman said, “If you can’t be yourself, what is the point of being anything at all?”
I sometimes wonder if, by wanting marriage, we are just asking to be totally assimilated, if you will, into the collective, into society and will thereby lose our identity; our uniqueness. Is this not a bad thing? Society has always viewed us as being “queer”. We are queer. With all it’s problems, do we really want to be part of this society? What are we losing by doing that?
I think the biggest thing that we shed is what a large part of society expects us to be. They expect us to be promiscuous - gay men, anyway. They expect us to die at a younger age - the result of living just a little too wildly. They expect us to get AIDS and die, and many are very fond of citing a statistic that states that being a gay man “shortens the life of practitioners by about 20 years”. Yet, they never cite the statistics today that clearly show that AIDS is not a “gay disease”. In fact, you only have to look to Africa and other nations to see that AIDS really doesn’t care who it kills. In Africa, do we call it a “heterosexual disease” because 95% of those afflicted with AIDS are heterosexual? No, because that would be insensitive and hateful. America has no problem with that and no shortage of hatred and intolerance towards the one minority group that it can still get away with hurling that hatred towards; homosexuals.
And of course what they conveniently leave out is how much shorter the life expectancy is for smokers. They don’t like to cite that because most of those folks are heterosexuals! And they also love leaving out the promiscuousness of the straight community. That after all would fly in the face of their message; that queers are disgusting lower forms of life that deserve what they get!
And yet, when I heard that my life expectancy will be much shorter, my reaction wasn’t one of anger. It was more, “OK, so what’s to live for anyway? To stick around and be hated and have a constant fear of what might happen to you because we all know what happens to queers, is hardly something I want to stick around for until I’m 80 years old.” This is what society expected from us; the queers.
To a large extent, we bought into (accepted?) that role. And, we didn’t always regret it. There was a liberation about not having to be what was expected of you because many of us were already disowned. Once you accept that fact, there’s very little that you can lose.
But now, there is such a push to become part of society. It was not that long ago that I would have rejected the very idea of gay couples wanting to be “married”. The thought of that would have repulsed me because of what it stood for. It stood for the ultimate symbol of straight America. You know, the America that hated us with a passion. And, much of it still does.
After keeping curiously quiet all week, Perry spoke out Thursday on the overwhelming passage of Proposition 2. He said he and his wife, Anita, felt strongly the gay marriage ban was needed.
“We believed passionately that marriage should be between a man and a woman,” he said after an appearance in Addison. “The good news is, 75 percent of the people who went to vote - plus - agreed with us.”
Texans approved Prop 2 by more than a 3-to-1 margin. Same-sex marriage already was forbidden by state law. Amendment supporters said a constitutional ban was needed so that no judge could ever interpret the law to allow homosexual marriage. (source)
I guess the need for change is because I’m not 20 anymore. I’m not a rebel, a pioneer. Back then, gay liberation was what I had to live with. And I did live with it, for good and bad. The “good” was that, as a queer, I was really not accountable to anyone. I could dress up as I wanted. I could wear make up if I wanted. I could color my hair purple if I wanted. I could do anything. Who the hell cared? They would look at me and say, “Hey, look at the queer.” And it didn’t hurt me, because I was already that. I knew that was my role in society. Names didn’t bother me, as long as they didn’t carry it to violence.
A good friend of mine who was in a relationship that was blessed as a “civil union” in the Metropolitan Community Church (a church made up of mostly gay people), said to me, “Even though we are together, we still go out to the bars and do as we please.” I said, “But, aren’t you two like married?” He replied, “Marriage does not apply to our community. There is no such thing as marriage for us.” I accepted that because I had no choice and it seemed logical I suppose. I was learning how to be a gay man in the society I was living in and what was expected of me. That friend later died of AIDS. I helped him through a lot of that because there was no one else. And during that time, shortly before he died, he said to me, “We have every right to hate society for what it has done to us.” I will never forget the look of resignation on his face and I will never forget those exact words.
I found that the expectations from society to be very low for gays. We could pretty much have all the sex we wanted. In fact, to be part of our culture in The Castro, it was expected of you. That was my experience, and if you didn’t engage in this, you were square, and didn’t really belong. In return, society would hate us, call us queers and faggots, and beat the hell out of us with impunity, as it pleased. You learn to run and if you are caught and beat up, if you live through the experience, you also learn that the last people to help you are the police. Those were pretty simple rules.
But now I’m 50. Is there no more to life than simply getting your rocks off? Do we want no more for ourselves than that? I have to believe that we do, and the “gay marriage” issue proves that. The extreme irony in all of this is, for decades society damned us for not being committed to someone. And now that we want to be, they won’t let us. I guess it’s like that old saying, “be careful what you ask for...”.
I remember watching the Boston channel one night when they were talking about marriage in Massachusetts. This was just before the ruling went into effect allowing gay couples to be legally married in Massachusetts. One of the guests, who was from the “pro-family” crowd stated, with a big smirk on his face, “We don’t deny gay people the right to marry. They are perfectly free to marry whoever they like, as long as that person is the opposite sex.”
The host of the show admonished him for saying that and was disgusted by it. I threw up my arms and said out loud, “And THIS is your sanctity of marriage?! You would rather us marry someone that we don’t even love just so we could get married?”
If Kent and I are ever able to get married, I already know the kind of ceremony we will have. It will not involve a church. With no due respect, the church (pretty much ALL of them) can go to hell. That’s what I think of organized religion at this point in my life. They know nothing of compassion, reality, or dignity.
We will have an outside ceremony in late spring, my favorite season, when everything is coming to life. That will give me all summer to dwell on this one fine day. We will exchange vows - our own words. We will not share with the other what we are going to say until the words are spoken, out loud, in front of our friends and family. It will be spontaneous and it will be from the heart. I will probably get half way through telling Kent how much I love him, before I start to cry. I’m a hopeless romantic I’m afraid.
Afterwards, we will all return to our home where we will host a catered reception and dinner for 30-40 friends. That will be followed by dancing and good conversation and time with loving friends. And I promise, there will be no opera! Well, if I just happen to have a Diva in the area, there may be an aria or two, but I promise, only from Puccini or Verdi.
And of course, lots of FRENCH champaign! I have nothing against the French (read, George W. Bush, go fuck yourself and your “freedom fries”!). The evening will end with coffee, different teas, more champaign, and chocolate crème brûlée, with fresh raspberries.
I’m sure I’ll come up with more ideas... if it ever happens for us. For now, I dream about it - our one fine day. Will that ever happen?