So the thing that hate the most about being engaged is when people ask “So where are you going?” I mean, I am fully aware that North Carolina doesn’t allow gay marriage, it isn’t news, but FUCK fucking North Carolina. I will be married when and where I damn well please.

I just got back from seeing Margaret Cho. My language may be a little salty.

And when I get married, I will be fucking married, because I will be damned if some pissant hypocrite of a philandering Republican will tell me how to conduct my life or be allowed to define the state of my relationship.

See this is the problem with people being allowed to define their own sexualities. They think they’re allowed to define everything else about themselves as well.

And if I do choose to go up Nawth and get one of those ‘lawful’ marriages that will not be honored in the state where I was born and bred and paid taxes, it will not be to bow to the Good Old Boys or to give those askers of ‘where?’ an answer. It will be because I know that there is more than one part to a marriage, but one of those parts is the legal part, the part on paper, and I want to show it my children one day to say we had it, but it was the LEAST part.

Insert snaps where necessary cause  I feel like my neck worked a little.