My new home state appears to be on the path of legalizing Gay Marriage. When given the opportunity I’ve voted Pro-Gay Marriage. I have a failure in Wisconsin in keeping discrimination out of the constitution, but a success here in Minnesota. Yay success! Still, I haven’t done much else save for argue for Gay Marriage whenever the subject came up.
I used to tell this story about how when I was in Hiroshima, I was refused a stay in a hotel because I and the person I was traveling with were white. Or at least we assume that was the reason. Anyway, what happened was we went to check in at the hotel and the clerk at the desk started to look up a room for us only to have his manager come over, stick his hand over the screen and tell us, “No Vacancy” before gesturing to the door. That was an interesting discriminatory experience, but it wasn’t painful. Certainly it was nothing compared to what gay couples have been going through their entire lives.
My Hiroshima experience seems trite to me now but, for a chunk of my life, it was all I really had. I think “Discrimination Bad” is a pretty easy concept for any compassionate person to get. But until you feel it, until you are told by someone, “These rights or these benefits, these are for other people. These are not for you.” it’s very hard to understand what it’s like to be discriminated against.
My issue has turned out to be health insurance. It’s coming up on a month since I first experienced that discrimination and I don’t think I’ve healed all that much. It bothers me that every week I’ll have to pay for something that excludes me. It’s kinda like a one, two punch there. I really don’t want to be an activist but as the quote goes: Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History.