My First Protest

you can believe whatever you want to about gays and marriage, but how can anyone allow a group of people to remain oppressed in today's world?

i know many women who voted yes on prop 8. although they are allowed to have their opinion and exercise it fully, they once did not have that right, just as a group of people today don't have the right to do something that is equally important to them.

it's ok not to agree with something,  but to force your opinion on someone else, to make your opinion a law that hinders someone else's constitutional right to the pursuit of happiness is just plain rude and selfish.

it doesnt matter what you think is right or wrong. it matters that everyone has a fair chance at life and to deny something as special as the right to marry someone you love is just stupid.

if you're worried about protecting the sanctity of marriage, then you should not deny the right to people who truly desire it. why not make divorce illegal instead? to get divorced is to spit in the face of the meaning of marriage.

why does divorce take so long to "make sure you're doing the right thing", but any two idiotic strangers drunk off the street can get married in a jiffy. what makes them more deserving than two fully committed individuals who have been together longer than all 5 of your marriages combined?

its a shame that now by law, our farm animals rights come before the rights of our people.

riot police (not that there was any cause for them to hop off that little car)

"gay, straight, black, white, marriage is a civil right"

"what do we want? equal rights! when do we want them? now!"

"hey utah: would you rather i married my 14 year old cousin?"

fixed gears against H8

I've made the decision not to marry until everyone is allowed that same right.

“Human beings are so made that the ones who do the crushing feel nothing; it is the person crushed who feels what is happening. Unless one has placed oneself on the side of the oppressed, to feel with them, one cannot understand.” 

~Simone Weil