The sweetest thing

Yesterday, two little old ladies, Del and Phyllis stood before the mayor of San Fransisco and got married. They have been together for 55 years. Fifty-five years!

Yeah, the gay thing kinda weirds people out sometimes. I used to be one of them. [I STILL have no desire to EVER go to a melissa etheridge concert again (scaaarrry...)]

Chances are, the extreme right will figure out a way to change it back, but it amazes me to read stories of couples travelling from all over to marry after 20, 30, 40 or more years of loving each other. (Unlike Massachusetts, California has no residency requirements.) Even my uncle hinted at me that he and his partner of over 25 years may even head over the border from Arizona sometime soon.

I don't care who you are, the most conservative of conservatives, how can one not see how sweet it is that two little old ladies, who have loved each other for fifty five years are finally able to unite themselves in that love? How can it not be? Love is love is love. You can't help what kind of package that love comes in...