I remember when this proposition came out for voting back in 2008 and seeing all the little signs on the yards of the Mormon families in my neighborhood. Whew!–between denying the rights for gays to marry and the election of the first (half) black president, things got pretty tense around the cul-de-sac.

You wanna know what I think? Well, I don’t know. I haven’t chosen a side. I’m a lukewarm-y. I can see the concerns on both sides. The pro-gay marriage crowd wants the same rights as everyone else to be married and happy, or miserable and divorced. Anti-gay marriage folks are afraid that the next thing people will want to do is to have the right to marry livestock.

I suppose I would care more if I thought gay people actually chose to be gay. That I am for certain. I had a male cousin who loved show tunes and Tina Turner from the moment he was born. I was practically there every summer vacation to see it all unfold. Even before either one of us knew about sex, I could feel he was…I don’t know…girlie. He screamed like a girl, gossiped like a girl, and was moody like a girl. As we entered our teen years, he tried so, so hard to pretend he liked girls. He later died in secret shame from AIDS at just 25 years old.

So in a sense, I’m pro people being able to be and love who they want without having to stuff those feelings down because it makes others uncomfortable. And I’ll be honest–I’ll never think two heavily muscled dudes French kissing and grunting is sexy, so please don’t make me. And while it’s kinda sexy to see girls do it, I’m not really feeling that either.

So I guess what I’m really trying to say is, this isn’t my fight, but you can count on me not to get in the way of yours.