Chapter the Twenty-Eighth: As for Me and My House
For some reason, I've had that passage from the Bible stuck in my head (looked it up...Joshua 24:15) for part of the day.  I suppose it's appropriate enough, seeing as Kristen (fellow T--- housemate who's crashing with me until tomorrow) asked me if there was any real reason I was going to wear a dress, as it's Sunday.  I said no, because there isn't, save the fact that it's ridiculously hot and humid out, but if I was at home, there would be.
 
The topic of me and religion, however, is one that could take up another blog entry, and frankly, could be written at any time.  What I saw today, however, was not something that happens every day.
 
As I was coming into Wright Hall for work about ten minutes ago, I noticed that there were people out on the patio that overlooks the botanic gardens and the pond.  The first person I noticed was a minister, identified as such because he was wearing standard Protestant black robes.  His stole, on the other hand, was rainbow colored.  This led me to thinking, and as I observed the party (very small, maybe 15 people in attendance?), with a reception set out, I realized that the wedding was of two women, one Caucasian and one of color.
 
This was the first 'same-sex' marriage I had ever seen, and so I watched for a moment, then booked it, hoping that people weren't thinking that I was some kind of weirdo fundamentalist or just a gawker.  That, and their decorations were cool, AND I'd never seen anyone get married on Wright Hall patio before.  Smith lets you use the chapel for free if you're an alum or a student.  So it was rather interesting.  Coming from Wisconsin, you don't see this sort of thing very often.
 
It led me to think about how those women are actually, legally, getting married, here in Massachusetts.  And how a century and a half ago, they couldn't even have gotten married because of their skin colors, not just their gender.
 
And so I wonder and hope that in 150 years, the idea of two women or two men or a transboi and a woman or whomever, marrying out of love, will be a given, too.
 
(That, and I hope it doesn't rain on these women's reception, though I'm told that's good luck.)

- posted by Paige @ 7/18/2004 05:00:25 PM