A message from
Robin McKay,
Event Diva
LOVE WINS
Every time. No exceptions.
It is true in the face of soldiers in India, cops in Birmingham.
It is God. It is the force of the universe that brought you here, in all your divine diversity.
 If I have seen anything at Gaily Ever After, it’s the face of love. People who after a lifetime of all manner of disapproval and adversity can stand up and say, with great simplicity, I love you, after 38 years, 25 years, 11 years, despite their family’s rejection, their society’s ambivalence, their religion’s ignorance, and any other manifestations of small-minded hatred. Front ‘em all, brothers and sisters. Persevere, because you and your love are All there Is.
As the often trenchant Andrew Sullivan said yesterday, “We will win this in the end. We must never let popular votes affect our own internal sense of our worth, our equality, our dignity as human beings. Our marriages are real; all that is at issue is whether a majority will recognize them in law. The next generation already does. We shall overcome.”
I never felt prouder than in the Pride parade last week, and I never felt more love and encouragement. I learned a thing or two about love. Having come from a shaky home myself, I never really got the idea that love and commitment between two people was anything but a, you’ll pardon the expression, fairy tale. I was not one of those silly girls who planned my wedding.
 
I was a child of a brave mother who left a wifebeating (hetero) husband in a red state and took off alone at the age of 20 with a toddler to face the unknown. As some of you know, that woman became your Rev Rainbow. Not surprisingly, institutionalized marriage left us a little faint. How ironic, then, that at my advanced age, and by your gracious example, I’m giving it a rethink. Maybe it isn’t all bad. Maybe I can find someone. Maybe I will.
Dorothy and Cindy, Roger and Miguel, Kathy and Alisa, Bob and Dodson, Marc and Jesse, you are my positive role models. You are my happy example. You are my hope. Because recognizing something as allowable is the first step to actualization. I should know that, shouldn’t I,? How many projects have I dreamed up and brought to fruition?
So why should it be any different for two people, or a whole mess of people, who recognize a possibility fueled by love? We are it, all together, and no mere vote will set us back. I invite our misguided Bible-carrying friends to note as often as they need to 1st Corinthians: But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.
Always, always. Love wins. Every time.
Please don’t forget how much you’ve done for me. I won’t.
For every one of me, you’ve touched a hundred lives you may not even know about.
(Not everyone has a column, I keep telling my friend Jersey.) As long as we can be who we are, who we came here to be, we are already courageous. Trust in that, and move on.
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