Re-blog: No Freedom ‘Til We’re Equal

Please go read this post over at Manhattan Nest, entitled ‘No Freedom ‘Til We’re Equal’. It’s one of the best posts I’ve read on marriage equality in the USA.

A quick sample:

When my dad proposed to my mom all those years ago, I doubt either of them thought much about the possibility of having a kid who would someday be their age, over three decades later in the year 2012, and that he would be a second class citizen of the country in which he was born and raised. I don’t think it occurred to them that they would have a son who, through no fault of his own, would be denied the same rights that they had taken for granted. But that’s exactly what’s happened.

I remember vividly the night that New York passed The Marriage Equality Act in June 2011. Max and I took the subway into the West Village and joined the celebration outside of the Stonewall Inn. We shook hands, hugged strangers, took pictures, bought a polyester rainbow flag (or was it given to us?), and let ourselves feel the weight of what New York had accomplished. Neither of us had ever been close to getting married ourselves—had never personally felt the sting of being told we couldn’t—but still I remember the feeling on the subway ride back home. There was a certain lightness, an indescribable feeling of knowing that our city—our state—regarded us as equals.

Today is election day in the USA, and I hope that its citizens will vote for basic civil rights, not against them. I don’t live in the USA (obviously), but as a citizen of Canada, where I can choose to marry a person of either sex, I am glad that I have that choice, and that my choice holds the same weight either way.

I want to write a blog post about this article….

…. but yet I don’t really know what to say just yet. So, I shall share the article instead.

Go check out From This Day Forward: Marriage in Gay & Lesbian Fiction

“When gay people everywhere can marry, will that mean the end of gay literature?” I was regularly asked this question last spring while on tour for my most recent book, an account of how novels and plays in the years after World War II shook up sexual attitudes. This was months before President Obama announced his support for gay marriage; the subject was already very much out there.

But the question confused me. Why would a valuable piece of social progress close a literary door? Nobody thought women would no longer be a good subject for fiction once they got the vote. Nobody argues that African-American literature ended when Obama was elected. I soon developed a handy response: “Oh, no — gay marriage is going to give us a whole new subject to write about.” But since then I’ve been thinking it over more closely, wondering just how same-sex marriage might affect literature, about what could change and what may have been there all along.