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I lost an old friend of mine yesterday very unexpectedly. We met more than 15 years ago in undergrad, but really became friends after school when we ended up living in the DC Metro area. For several years, I was at his house or out together at least once a week. I dated his best friend for more than a year. About 10 years ago, after a lot of struggle, my friend admitted to himself and the outside world that he was gay. I wasn't surprised, and I was happy for him because it seemed to bring him some peace -- he wasn't drinking to excess every night, he started seeing a therapist to address some serious family history issues, and his professional life was soaring.
After a while, we didn't hang out so much -- I moved farther away and started graduate school. I was also in a bad relationship, and I hated to bring the BF around my old friends. Then I got into a wonderful relationship at the same time my friend did. I remember going out for dinner with him and us both saying "I've been seeing someone" at the same time. He and his boyfriend were so different (imagine wild red-headed Irishman with a very calm Filipino), but I saw my friend shine. Then he started graduate school, and we saw even less of one another. Eventually, about 4 years ago I moved far away and had a serious depressive episode during which I pretty much cut myself off, and we only spoke online once every few months. After another move, we reconnected via Facebook and occasionally chatted and emailed one another. We ranted online together when Prop 8 was passed, and lamented the election of the new governor of Virginia.
During those years, he continued to date the same man, and I married mine. There was some concern at one point because his partner was about to finish his PhD, which would end his student visa. But his partner got a full-time university position, and his employer sponsored his work visa. But the period brought home to me and others the inequality they faced: For the U.S. immigration force, their relationship meant nothing. They never had a formal commitment ceremony, but after about a year, they wore identical bands on their ring fingers. Their families knew them as a couple. But in the eyes of the law, particularly the state of Virginia where they both lived, that meant nothing. Under state law, they couldn't enter into "arrangements between persons of the same sex purporting to bestow the privileges or obligations of marriage." Hell, my friend worried about going out to eat with his partner, afraid one of his students or a parent (he was a teacher) might see them and complain to the school administration.
I had meant to IM my friend last week, to see if they had thought about driving a few miles into the District of Columbia to apply for a marriage license. I was so happy at the thought that the two of them could have what I could. But I was crazy with work and personal issues, and never got around to sending a message. Now, I'll never get the chance.
My friend was injured Saturday and died yesterday. His partner was with him there much of the time. However, had my friend's parents so wished, they likely could have had him barred from the hospital. A mile or two away from the U.S. Capitol, they were second-class citizens.
So, I am angry today. I am pissed and livid that these two wonderful men were considered lesser in the eyes of the law, that their love wasn't enough to guarantee them a life together. I have always done what I could to support marriage equality. But now, if you don't think all people are equal, get out of my sight.
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