Just a bunch of really butch guys getting pedicures before
hitting the bars and scoring with some MILFs.
Bells will ring
The sun will shine
(whoa-whoa-whoa)
I’ll be his and
He’ll be mine
We’ll love until
The end of time
And we’ll never be lonely anymore
Here in California it’s Gay Marriage Monday (to be followed by our usual Taco Tuesday) and the seas have not turned red, it’s not raining frogs, and God has yet to make an appearance telling us that we have been very very naughty creations and we are totally not getting an Evite to The Rapture and After-Rapture Rave.
So how did things go? I’m glad you asked:
The weddings began in a handful of locations around the state at exactly 5:01 p.m., the earliest time allowed by last month’s decision by the California Supreme Court legalizing same-sex marriage. Many more ceremonies will be held on Tuesday when all 58 counties will be issuing marriage licenses to same-sex couples.
In San Francisco, Del Martin, 87, and Phyllis Lyon, 84, longtime gay rights activists, were the first and only couple to be wed here, saying their vows in the office of Mayor Gavin Newsom, before emerging to a throng of reporters and screaming well-wishers.
Ms. Martin and Ms. Lyon, who have been together for more than 50 years, seemed touched, if a little amazed by all the attention.
“When we first got together we weren’t thinking about getting married,” Ms. Lyon said before cutting a wedding cake. “I think it’s a wonderful day.”
Of course no party is complete without a few crashers:
One legal challenge was filed last week by the Liberty Counsel, a group based in Florida that wants the California Court of Appeal to halt the weddings to allow the State Legislature time to work out discrepancies in marriage law created by the state Supreme Court’s decision.
Mathew D. Staver, the founder and chairman of Liberty Counsel, said Monday’s ceremonies “make a mockery of marriage.”
“Marriage has traditionally been known, across continents and all geographical regions, as between a man and a woman,” said Mr. Staver, who is 51 and married. “Marriage between the same sex may be some sort of union, but it’s certainly not marriage.”
Thank Bravo Channel Jeebus that the article specifically noted that Mr. Staver is married to Mrs. Staver, who no doubt enjoy a deeply loving, lively and mutually satisfying love life… with the possible exception of Fellatio Friday when the begging and the crying kind of dampens the mood.
Then there are these guys:
Amid the preparations, some religious leaders and conservative activists objected to the social change unfolding around them. The seven bishops of the Archdiocese of Los Angeles issued a statement Monday reiterating the Roman Catholic Church’s position on same-sex marriage.
"The church cannot approve of redefining marriage, which has a unique place in God’s creation, joining a man and a woman in a committed relationship," the bishops said.
Nobody is forcing them to gay marry couples in their churches, and they can simply deny them in much the same way that they refused to allow the beaming and semi-virginal mrs tbogg and moi to darken their doors some twenty-five years ago even though we had the requisite combination of Tab P and Slot V. Aside from that, someone needs to explain to the seven bishops that state-sanctioned gay marriage is, as God once said when asked why He worked in mysterious ways: "…. none of your fucking business. God later added," Now excuse Me while I go create Scott Stapp" and then He laughed His cruel and unforgiving God laugh….



13 Comments
Support this site!
Subscribe to the newsletter
Advertise on Firedoglake
Send
us your tips
Make us your homepage
About TBogg
RSS/XML Feed
Fuck Liberty Counsel. Congratulations to *all* the newlyweds!
Holy shit, how you could look at this mess of a planet and decide the problem is two adults in love is fucking beyond me. Hey, assholes, go do something about the *non-consensual* sex. Or, you know, poverty. Jesus seemed awfully concerned about that, maybe it’s worth some time. All the shit that goes on on this mudball, and they’re freaking over some archaic two-tits-one-dick-per-marriage rule. Fuck off the lot of you repressed bastards.
God, those are some beautiful couples. Congratulations, and thank you for not listening to the assholes.
Or a priest and an altar boy.
Here in Northern California there seemed to be much joy and well wishes for the happy couple married by Mayor Newsom in San Francisco and for another (slightly) younger couple of women in the city of Davis who also had been together a very long time. Sure, there were the creepy people standing on the Capitol steps hyperventilating about it, but mostly people were just happy.
I haven’t figured out when this will destroy my marriage, though. Will they send out e-mails explaining where my husband and I are supposed to go to end our marriage? Will we be assigned someone of the same sex to couple up with, or do we get to choose someone? Do they have home delivery for those of us too lazy to actually go to wherever the homosexual orgies are? I can’t keep up…
Some years ago, you published a picture of two older lesbians who were being married (or being enjoined in some other ceremony) in what looked like an office somewhere. The couple were forehead to forehead in the foreground, while behind them were three other women, alternatively applauding or weeping with joy. It brought a tear to my eye, too. As a caption, you wrote : “If this makes you angry, I don’t know whether to hate you or feel sorry for you.”
You first put it up about four, five years ago. I’d love to see that photo again. Do you know where I can find it ?
Xpurg8d, I have also been wondering how gay marriage is supposed destroy my 31-year hetero-traditional marriage. Maybe if a gay couple moved in next door, I would suddenly decide to change my life-long sexual orientation? Anyway, it may be just a little while before gay marriage is legalized here in Oklahoma.
“Marriage has traditionally been known, across continents and all geographical regions, as between a man and a woman,” said Mr. Staver, who is 51 and married. “Marriage between the same sex may be some sort of union, but it’s certainly not marriage.”
Quite frankly, Mr. Staver is full of shit and empirically wrong. As an anthropologist I can testify, and routinely do in my classes, that same sex (though different gender) marriages are quite widespread around the world. Would it hurt these folks to do a little empirical research or even check out an introductory anthropology textbook? Oh yeah, I guess it would.
…with the possible exception of Fellatio Friday when the begging and the crying kind of dampens the mood.
Other than the begging and crying part, I like the sound of Fellatio Fridays – what’s the drink special?
Hmmmm… now that I think about, forget I asked.
I think your picture is at John Cole’s ‘blog, right here.
Marriage has traditionally been known, across continents and all geographical regions, as between a man and a woman…
Except, for one, the place where I’m sitting right now about 150 years ago.
When Mrs. Staver puts on her leather corset and cracks her bullwhip across my ass, she demands begging and crying. It’s kind of her “thing”.
It’s been this way ever since I fired our Cuban poolboy.
Signed,
Mr. Staver.
I like my husband’s solution to all the hyperventilating: all unions must first be civil unions administered by the State, you know, for tax purposes, sharing of insurance benefits, etc. After that, if you so desire, run on down to your local religious outlet and get some godly sancifyin’ action and call it your marriage vows. See? Marriage as a state of mind is preserved (for those too small of mind to see any other way), and the very real needs of the individual/partnership vs. the State and the Evil Insurance Companies are met.
A perfectly logical solution, and therefore one that the hyperventilating hoards will never understand.
I don’t know why you people are celebrating.
I can feel the sanctity of my marriage dissolving as we speak.
Has anyone seen Ricky “man-on-dog” Santorum lately? Has his head exploded, or is he just in the corner drooling?
Nothing seems to go Ricky’s way anymore. I think it’s called karma.