Sometimes I believe I am broken. All I do is hold people at arms length and pretend not to die a little when I make them leave or when I walk away. I am broken. I have to be.
There’s no other explanation. It answers all of my non-existent relationship issues.
I am broken and it frightens me. I will live all my life held back, never finding anyone to be with, or touch in a significant manner.
I am broken.
Marriage equality will, in time, fundamentally destroy “traditional marriage,” and I, for one, will dance on its grave.
It’s not a terribly difficult conclusion to draw.
As same-sex couples marry, they will be forced to re-imagine many tenets of your “traditional marriage.” In doing so, they will face a series of complicated questions:
Should one of us change our last name? And if so, who?
Should we have kids? Do we want to have kids? How do we want to have kids? Whose last name do our kids take?
How about housework, work-work, childcare? How do we assign these roles equitably? How do we cultivate a partnership that honors each of our professional and personal ambitions?
As questions continually arise, heterosexual couples will take notice — and be forced to address how much “traditional marriage” is built on gender roles and perpetuates a nauseating inequality that has no place in 2014.