A love letter to those who fought

I’ve been fortunate enough to make some pretty special friendships in my life. I have friends who I can laugh with and be silly with. I have friends who I can cry with and talk about philosophy with. I have friends who makes me act like a 13-year old (and in I mean that in the must fun way possible), and others who can engage me for hours in a conversation about politics in the Middle East. I have friends who accept me just as I am with all my quirks, opinions,  and stubbornness. And I accept them all completely, individually, for the complex human beings they are.

I have close friends in many countries who come from many different backgrounds.
They fight many different battles.

I met my best friend/soulmate when I was 16 and living in Ohio. She is one of those magnetic people who everyone is drawn to, with her mega-watt smile, her brains (God, she’s smart…), her ability to make you feel really freakin’ special when she’s talking to you. She’s beautiful, funny, passionate, alive. She was of course one of the most popular girls in high school and I was incredibly intimidated by her for a long time. One day in the spring we got to talking – I can’t remember what about – and within 20 minutes I felt like I’d found my long lost twin. Seven years later, she’s still the person who I talk to about the things I’m too ashamed or shy or scared to talk to anyone else about. She’s the one who knows my deepest, darkest secrets. She’s gets me, and I get her. She’s an angel in my life, guiding me whenever I get lost along the way, and sharing my joy when I’m on the right path.

Of course, I’m not the only who sees how amazing she is. She met the love of her life in college, and the two of them together make one of the best teams I’ve ever seen.  There is no end to the amount of support they offer each other, the amount of love they give each other and inspire the people around them to search for. There is no doubt in my mind that the world is a better place with those two in it, together.

They got married in December 2011. And they happen to be two women.

I don’t always know what to say to offer support and understanding when it comes to the battle they’ve fought. I can’t relate. I don’t know what it’s like. I also don’t know what it’s like to live in a country with such massively different values competing all the time. I can’t engage too much in the debate because I don’t have enough knowledge about how “it” works over there in the States, and quite frankly – I don’t understand their legislative system most of the time.

What I can do is to say that I am overjoyed to know that my best friend and her beautiful wife will now have the same federal rights as their neighbors. DOMA is overruled and history has been written. It’s an important victory; not only to those it directly affects, but to the rest of the world because what America does sets an example to the rest of the world. In America the discrimination here was about the belief that same-sex marriage was less worth than a traditional marriage between man and woman. In a lot of other countries, the discrimination is still that women are less worth than men. What happened with DOMA matters. It’s a step. A necessary and important step towards putting an end to discrimination.

To those who fought, we thank you. 

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes about gay marriage.

Xx Christine 

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