A Movement of Love

November 15, 2008 at 10:30 am PT, across the US, gays, straight, families, and singles in multiple ethnicities gathered at their city halls to protest the passing of Proposition 8 that eliminated the right of same sex couples to marry. 

I was able to participate here in Irvine and just wanted to share my experience. I wasn't sure what to expect. I had seen that only 61 people had rsvp on facebook. But I was determined to go out and show my support. I passed the civic center at 9:45 am that morning on my way home from the bank to see that the street corners were bare. I was in hopes of seeing atleast some people starting to form a group. But no, it was empty. I got home telling myself you're going Ana, don't chicken out. You see Irvine is ULTRA SUPER CONSERVATIVE!!! And I was concerned about the crazies out there! =( I mean gay hate crimes do happen... 

Moving on, I made last minute touches to my poster (which you can view on my FaceBook), packed some water, a black permanent marker, tape, and my sunglasses (all very handy items to have while protesting) and was on my way back to City Hall! As we drove up to the hall I heard the honking of horns and chants  "Equality for ALL!" ~ "Gay, Straight, Black, or White, All deserve equal rights!" ~ "Spread LOVE, not 8!"~ my personal fave =) so I hopped out and with a new light got my march on! 

I met alot of nice people =) There were good speakers, that encouraged us not to lay blame on any ethnic or religious groups for the passing of 8. Instead they counseled to go out into our communities and educate others that gay people are just people, like themselves, living their life and trying to raise their families with love too. Thus the campaign is a Movement of Love. 

The lame part of the protest was a couple people brought posters with profanity on it...I went up to some ladies and told them that I'm glad they came out to support, but their poster  were inappropriate (F bomb), there were children there and it defeats the purpose. When people were talking about protesting the Mormon Temples, I chimed in my two cents about not all LDS members voted yes, and that we should protest our city halls not single out the Mormons. Lately I've found myself speaking up in cases that usually I wouldn't. AND IT FEELS GOOD! I left the protest feeling proud to be a part of what I feel is a change towards a better future =) So yeah thats about it....Peace out!

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Victory is Bittersweet...But full of HOPE

I'm very honored to be a part of American history. As a nation we've elected our first African American President, Barack Hussein Obama.  It brightens my spirit to think how far we've come as a country in equality and acceptance. And though Proposition 8 has passed here in California by a 52%  consensus, I believe equality will come for the gay community in time.  Civil Rights was an uphill battle and did not come easily. So I'm sticking in there, I'm a huge supporter for Marriage Equality! =) Martin Luther King JR once said, "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere".  So with love and hope I will continue to do what I can to eliminate injustice.  

A Tragic Potluck

This poem was written for me by my brother Curtis in response to a No on Prop 8 commercial I had posted on my face book. That thread received comments of views from both sides.  A majority of my siblings and their children support Yes on Prop 8, which if passed will eliminate the right of same sex couples to marry in the state of California. I believe this proposition to be unjust and wrong, so I've become a public advocate for upholding the current law. I'm not the only person in my family voting no, I just happen to be openly gay person of the family. And because of that I've been accused of rubbing my beliefs in others faces, and not respecting or showing love for my family. That is untrue. I love my family and I'm not ashamed of who I am. I love this poem and am forever thankful that it was written. Enjoy and may we all learn to embrace diversity and acceptance.

A Tragic Potluck

On the first Sunday of every month my family eats together.

It's really just our excuse to sit and be together.

We cook in the morning then bring our own dish,

Then around 6 around the table we sit,

And every first Sunday it is always said,

"My what a beautiful spread"...

The table is filled with foods of all sorts,

Which mirror the faces in our family of course,

Some dishes I love some I won't taste,

And that's fine with me because I make my own plate,

But every first Sunday it's in everyones head,

"My what a beautiful spread"

I wonder if other families are lucky as we?

Who can enjoy such culinary variety?

Who can taste the cuisine from the islands or the far-east,

And even enjoy amazing European treats...

The sweet yams from the south that come out almost red,

"My what a beautiful spread"

So many beautiful dishes there's always more than enough,

All prepared with care and an armful of love,

Everyone so different and so innately unique,

I wonder if other families feel like this when they eat?

Cause as we say our own graces and bow our heads

We all say,

"Thank you for the beautiful spread"

How sad an event if one day things had to change.

And every dish we made was exactly the same,

Would we be so excited to sit down for this feast,

If everyone decided to bring the same thing?

Could we look on our table and could it be said.

"My what a beautiful spread"

My family is a potluck where everyone is their own dish,

And that we are healthy and happy is my only wish,

That we are unique and different and never ashamed,

Of the dish that I know we worked so hard to make,

May we always laugh and play and dance and sing,

And understand the joy and bliss that each of us brings,

May the table that we eat on always stand up,

On the legs of happiness and foundation of love...

Cause when I look at my beautiful family

It's hard for a tear not to shed,

"My what a beautiful spread..."

-ccc