Amidst Death, There Is Joy

The IRS now allows everyone who is married to file as married.

When I say it that way, it sure as hell sounds weird. Like “Wait, who were married but couldn’t file?”

Same-Sex marriage has been a stark reminder of something we’ve known for a very long time: ‘Separate but equal isn’t equal.’

I suspect this was planned, as yesterday marked the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr’s march on Washington. The pains that homosexuals have gone through are not the same as that which African Americans has, but that’s true of all things. Every minority faces oppression. Every minority faces hurdles that cannot be fully understood by the outside majority. This is a fact of life. But one cannot ignore the similarities in the situation, because we, as humans, fall prey to patterns which we find familiar. It’s been like this forever, and my hope for the future is we break this trend. I doubt the day will come where we don’t have to fight for equal representation under the law, but that’s a fight that America has been fighting since it’s conception. That’s a fight every nation, every tribe, every group, has always had to fight.

Today I’m happy to say that I’ll be able file as ‘married’ for the first time in the 14 years I’ve been with my wife. Because Illinois called it a Civil Union, we had to re-file the paperwork in California, as the IRS said that a Civil Union and a Domestic Partnership is not a marriage. That’s the next battle, to say that, fuck it, Civil Unions count. By the way, if you were married in any state in the US or any foreign country, you are now married in-so-far as the government cares. If you’ve been married for years, file your back-taxes as married, cause baby, it’s retroactive.

Let us remember this: We are, all of us, humans. We’re all different, but at the same time we are, all of us, fruit.