Monday, May 28, 2012

One Thousand (and one) Posts

I just saw that my previous post was the 1,000th post on Glorious Gay Days.  I think that's a moment which requires a little reflection.  My first post was on Wednesday, May 27, 2009 and three years later I'm still going strong.  This blog documents the real moments in our life.  We've celebrated births, and mourned the deaths of grandmothers, great aunts, and Martha Fauker.  This blog also documents the normal moments in our life.  I like to cook and garden and watch Oprah and True Blood.  It took me a bit to focus the voice of this blog, but after three years I know that I write these posts to do my quiet part in the quest for marriage equality.  I want to show that my husband and I aren't living an alternative lifestyle; we're living a normal all its glorious-ness.

And we want, we deserve, the same rights as my brother and his wife.  We want Texas and the United States of America to give us the freedom to marry each other.  We're not cowboys - I don't call him "my partner."   He's my husband.  We had a wedding.  I will continue to tinker along in this blog for the 5,000 hits I get a month until I can legally marry my husband.

Fingers crossed it won't take three more years!


  1. I think you are doing a great thing with this blog - plus I love reading your posts just for the entertainment value and the love of you and K. Things like this win the battle, it just seems like it is going slowly, but at least it is going in the right direction. Love!

  2. Thanks for doing it. I love reading about your normal, everyday, boring, glorious life :o) And gay marriage isn't something that would normally be on my mind in my everyday life... but now it is. And every little post of yours I read empowers me more to stand up to people who make less-than-sensitive comments. People can make inappropriate jokes or comments when they feel they are in "safe" company - I like to think you help remind me how important it is for me to say something too - even if it's just to one person at a time. I also feel a little ashamed for all the times I didn't say anything. Sorry about that. I'm working on it :o)
    And you make me laugh :o) Thanks.