Pause. Look at that word.
There was an entire nice, little paragraph that was beaten into us in our awkward childhood years about how all people are created equal. I know damn well the people writing these laws endured that beating, too. So. Where's your proof of education, my governing peepz? Oh, that's right. Obviously, equality didn't apply to the little things like marriage and spending a lifetime together. I understand you, Perry, I understand.
And of all things, this is about marriage. Really, if we're gonna pick something to fight about, at the very least it should have teeth. Or make loud, scary noises. Or maybe vibrate a little at inconvenient times. But it's about love, something people want and crave and spend their entire lives searching for. Maybe if love came armed with a machete, then there would be some cause for concern. But it doesn't. It comes with a fucking white flag a'billowing in the breeze and a smile on it's little mutant-heart face and we say to it YOU AREN'T ALLOWED IN THIS STATE, LOVE. GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.
Your love is your business. It's your lover's business. If you have a BFFL or an attentive cat, it may be their business, too. But it sure as hell isn't the government's.
So people with the stick up their ass, do yourself a favor. Remove that foreign object. Pluck out the splinters. Maybe give your butt a nice pat with some water to soothe it's raw little assy self. Go and love who you love, and let others do the same.