curiosity, not rage
Every once in a while I’ll look up from whatever it is I’m doing and suddenly remember that gay couples aren’t allowed to get married in America. In these moments, I’m never angry or frustrated or even appalled. I’m just…bemused. It’s a surreal sensation and it always takes several seconds for me to accept that I’m not misremembering or confused. The situation doesn’t strike me as unjust or shameful until moments later.
At first, it simply strikes me as odd and impossible. “No, no.” I think to myself. “That can’t be right. That’s just silly.”
