With apologies to Edmund White for butchering his opening to Hotel de Dream, I had a great deal of fun going a different direction from his opening line.
That’s my favorite thing about birthdays as I get older — they can last all month if I work it right.
So that’s the compromise I’m proposing in these difficult times. If you truly cannot afford new books for yourself, buy them when you give gifts this year. Give twice. Once to your friend or loved one, and once to the toiling writer, who hopes to eventually be paid for her effort.
Five days to the new year and today felt like New Year’s Day anyway. Fresh air, fresh start, fresh optimism. For me, it’s already 2009.
After the outcome of Proposition 8 it was hard not to go back to not hoping. What was hardest was that for months after the Supreme Court ruling I thought Prop 8 would pass and that it was another useless exercise. As the election approached, and so much change was in the air, I thought it wouldn’t pass — I hoped. And was disappointed one more time.
It would be nice if there was any recognition from straight America that they know how we feel to have had equality dangled in front of us, only to be taken away via Proposition 8 by our enemies – and our allies.
So today, all over, there’s a different hope for many gay people. The same basic question about relationships exists for us.
I don’t know why, but it pleases me that the real thing, when it finally happened, was efficient and streamlined and we were, in every aspect, treated just like everyone else.
That’s the point of civil rights, to me.