God damn it.
Family Research Council and innumerable others
warned about this, and it has come to pass. The Supreme Court has failed
to defend my "traditional" marriage, and now it is meaningless.
That January day in 1986 when my wife and I stood in front of a
Greenville, NC magistrate and said tearful vows in front of two
impromptu witnesses (another magistrate and a parking ticket lady) -- disappeared.
The time she called me with the news she'd felt our first baby move for
the first time (she was at home watching Overboard, and I took the call
at a Kmart service desk, in those days before cell phones) -- nothing.
Celebrating each other's triumphs and bolstering each other during
failures, holding hands at tense hospital times, laughing at family
in-jokes that no one else will ever get -- gone.
All of it gone.
Swept away by an activist court's evil choice to give same-sex couples a shot at those same experiences and memories.
You bastards. You should have defended my marriage. From the gays. And their gay "marriage wiping out" powers.
Now it's all over.
About Me
- Art's Blog
- It was the dawn of time -- the early 1980's. DeLoreans and mullets roamed the Earth. And Art Sturtevant was doing stand up comedy. It was a golden age -- a time of laughter and Ginsu Knife jokes and Lee Trevino imitations, but it ended suddenly in 1985. What happened? Some say he was frozen in a liquid nitrogen accident. Others say he took a series of field management jobs with national corporations. Just as suddenly as he'd disappeared, Art surfaced again in the open mic venues of 2010.