In 2008, 18,000 same-sex couples were legally wed in California. We had married two years earlier in a ceremony unrecognized by our state, Washington. We knew Proposition 8 was looming, so we trekked to California and tied the knot again, this time with papers.
Voters approved Prop 8, and the Supreme Court of California ruled they had the right to do so. But those 18,000 marriages, including ours, were grandfathered in.
Currently four states perform same-sex marriages: Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, and most recently, Vermont. New York State and Washington, D.C. recognize same-sex marriages performed in other states. Including California, that makes six states and one city that consider us legally married.
On September 30, 2009, we will embark on a road trip to visit our marriage everywhere it is recognized. With us we will bring our six-month-old daughter and our two dogs. During the journey we will reside in our travel trailer, affectionately named Rachel.
Along the way we hope to talk to and interview people who would like to get married but can’t, and LGBT… people who are married. We will post blog entries, pictures, and the occasional video or podcast. We’re headed for the National Equality March on October 10-11th, and we’re hoping to do some volunteering in Maine to help defeat Question 1.
What does it mean to have a marriage that resides somewhere we do not? Does it affect how we see ourselves and how others see us? Does it affect our relationship? How does marriage equality intersect with other socio-political issues of our time? What’s the big deal, anyway?
Join us in our quest as we explore the question (maybe a mite ironically), “Are We Married?”
Our Band of Travelers:
Ami is a front-end web developer and the family’s resident mechanic and tech support desk. But really she’s a humanities nerd, and she has a degree in the Comparitive History of Ideas to prove it. She hails from Los Angeles, CA.
Ruby is a creative and technical writer and editor with a long history in non-profit. Originally from the Bronx, she has spent the last 13 years adjusting to life west of the Hudson. You can hear remnants of her accent if you make her say the words “orange” or “horrible.”
Frances is six months old. She likes her binky, her exersaucer, her squeaky giraffe, Pat the Bunny, and her dogs. She is working on the word “Mama.”
Hank and Esmerelda enjoy runs at the dog park and long walks on the beach. They look forward to getting to go. They are 11 years old (Hank) and 11 months old (Esmerelda), and what they lack in manners they make up for in charm.
Want to write to us or meet with us when we roll through your state? You can e-mail us at arewemarried @ gmail.com. (Minus the spaces.)