There is no exuse for Proposition 8 to even be on the ballot in California since discrimination is illegal. I thought I would share one of the wedding stories I have had the pleasure of posting to a community center website.  Vote No on Prop 8.

Twelve years ago our lives entwined. Kismet is the word for it. That moment when you know you've met the "one". We have been each other's "one" since then. And after one child, six cats, and a grandchild we had pretty much settled in. Then May 15th happened.

Already a banner year -with a woman AND a man of color running for President- the California Supreme Court decided our community was worthy of total equality- and the race was on. I burned up the phone line to the CoCoCo Recorder's office on a daily basis, setting three possible wedding dates.

On June 27, 2008 at 2:00 pm on the dot (I was determined to be a June bride), Wendy and I were honest-to-God married/hitched/betrothed. I was giddy, she was nervous (and gorgeous), and our witnesses sniffled through the entire ceremony. As we drove away from the Recorder's Office in Martinez, our friends showered us with fresh rose petals.

We honeymooned in Santa Cruz where the air was clean and cool. We played games at the Cocoanut Grove and gave all our tickets away to little kids needing "just a few more" to get their dream prize. And, as far as we can tell, we are still honeymooning: 12 years and going strong.

Whatever happens this November, we know who we are and why we are.