Prop 8 - on the night before

It's been interesting to watch as information about Proposition 8 travels around the blogosphere.  I'm not sure at what point it hit that critical tipping point, that moment when it transformed from just an item on the ballot of a California voter to an unimaginably enormous internet-wide collective WTF???

But it has, and I think that's a good thing.  It's a grand power the interwebs has, to connect people and allow them to share the information that affects their lives, and most particularly to impress upon them that it does affect their lives.  Whether they be gay or straight, single or married, residing in California or any other state.  Whoever you are, wherever you are - this is important, and when you are voting tomorrow, you have responsibility to make an educated decision. Not one that is based on television ads, or telephone calls, or signs decorating the lawns in your neighborhood. Know the facts before you head for the polls - that's all I ask.

You hear Proposition 8 described in so many ways - divisive, intolerant, discriminatory - but I think what strikes me the most about this particular issue, what circles around in the back of my brain, is that in this great big scary world of ours it is already hard enough to find someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with, someone that you are willing to look straight in the eye and utter the words. "til death do us part".  (All the single folks are now nodding their heads - can I get an "amen"?)  I'll admit to a lack of personal experience on this subject, but marriage to me has always seemed like such an amazing leap of faith, somewhat akin to doing a bare-ass naked flying cannonball into the ocean on a moonless night. So if any two people have the guts to give that a shot, to make that jump together, for the love of little green turtles and all other creatures great and small under the sun - who cares whether or not they are the same gender?  Can't you just applaud their extraordinary bravery? I know I can.