Marriage is now legal in the United States.
That’s saying something. I’m very much an advocate of staying out of people’s bedrooms. What people do in their bedrooms is none of anyone else’s business. A social norm is just what the majority does. The majority doesn’t have any space for individuality. Individuals stick out too much, and giving them their space is too much trouble.
As an adult, I never understood discriminating against someone due to their sexual orientation. Men are both stupid and hypocritical. Most men like to see two women together, especially if they’re attractive. But two men together is “disgusting,” and we don’t want to see it.
And because we were “disgusted,” we didn’t want people who loved each other to get married. As if their marriage somehow lessened our own. As though their vows made an impact on the ones we took.
We all knew this day was coming. It just took a while to get here. It was illegal for black people to marry white people in some states as well, remember, and look how well that turned out. I’m a black man married to a white woman, and we’re about to celebrate our tenth year of wedded bliss. (That being said, there are still parts of America where I wouldn’t go, or be caught after dark. While the country has progressed a lot, there are still pockets of ignorance. The recent church shooting is simple proof of that.)
I’m not happy about the Supreme Court’s decision about marriage. I’m relieved. It took long enough. Some may call it the another nail in the coffin of the moral fiber of America. I don’t see it that way. I see it as America coming one step closer to fulfilling its promises, both explicit and implicit.
Love has proven victorious, and marriage is finally legal in America.