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We pay taxes — we deserve marriage

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Posted: October 18, 2008 9:00 p.m.
Updated: December 20, 2008 5:00 a.m.
 
We fled the San Fernando Valley — unfortunately theft, drugs and prostitution moved into our neighborhood, and we just didn’t feel as though we were safe anymore.

For our daughter’s sake, we left our loving home of 13 years in search of a neighborhood where our daughter could safely play outside with her friends and go to a better school.

Just what many parents want for their families we found in the wonderful Santa Clarita Valley.

It was quite a sacrifice as we purchased our new home just prior to the real-estate market plunge, with our property taxes alone costing $750 per month.

But it was also well worth the move. We now watch our daughter play outside and ride her bike with her neighborhood friends much in the same manner as we did when we were growing up.
Our neighbors are fantastic and so very welcoming. It was much more and much better than I could have ever imagined.

Just recently, I was in the middle of helping our 10-year-old daughter with her homework and fixing a nice healthy dinner when the doorbell rang.

As I peeked through the peephole, I saw a nice-looking lady with perfect hair that probably wouldn’t move even if the Castaic winds kicked up.

With my “Sorry, I’m not interested” line ready to go, I opened the door and saw that she was holding a clipboard and boldly wearing a large button on her carefully ironed blouse that said “Yes On Prop. 8.”

She began stumbling over her words with a nervous smile and asked if I was familiar with Proposition 8. For the life of me, with my mind focused on dinner on the stove, I couldn’t at that moment remember which proposition it was.

She stumbled again with words. I’m sure she had practiced over and over again. “It’s, uh, to support keeping marriage between a man and, uh, a woman.”

Oh, I responded. Actually, my partner and I are getting married.

“Oh, well, then, uh, congratulations,” she replied with a slight smile. And turned away.

I gently closed the door. As I returned to the kitchen, I got this overwhelming feeling of “What just happened? Proposition 8? Then, congratulations?”

Thoughts and questions raced through my mind so quickly that I had to turn off the stove and tell my daughter that I’d be right back. I ran outside and attempted to locate her within our cul-de-sac. She was nowhere to be found.

Assuming she was from a religious organization (Isn’t that the real argument against this proposition?), I ran out, not to attack her verbally, but to sincerely talk to her and ask her some questions.

I wanted to let her know that I grew up in a small town in the Midwest in a wonderful family. I was also deeply involved in my church youth groups and looked forward to Bible Camp every summer.

I had a very close connection with God, and still do. I kept my unexplained feelings so deeply hidden inside, and there was no one to turn to and talk about these feelings, until I secretly read a book in the high school library and discovered that there were other people in the world like me.

Still in denial, I became engaged to my high-school sweetheart — and a sweetheart he was. Fortunately for him, I called off the engagement shortly after moving to New York to attend a prestigious acting school.
The feelings kept erupting, like a silent volcano. So where did God stand in all of this? Why wouldn’t he want me to be happy and in love, whether with a man or a woman?

There was still this battle within, until one day a pastor was speaking about all the rules that were in the Bible.

Because of plague, they were losing members of their tribes.

They put into place these rules in an effort to repopulate their tribes.

Among many, these rules included regulating the way meat was prepared (Well, in these days kosher food isn’t really necessary as we now have food-and-safety regulations).

There was also the rule that a man could not sleep with another man — in an effort to procreate and again rebuild their population. (I don’t think we still have that problem anymore.)

It all made sense.

So why would this woman want to deny gays and lesbians from getting married? Why wouldn’t she want security for my family, for my daughter?

Though the proposition only extends as far as California, on a federal level if something were to happen to my partner, I wouldn’t see a dime of her Social Security — as this woman has the right to if something were to happen to her husband.

Becoming a parent in a lesbian/gay marriage doesn’t happen by accident. Our families are very carefully planned for and our children are very wanted — many times at a very hefty price of conception.

Proposition 8 doesn’t come with an agenda. What agenda? The agenda of having some of the same securities for my family that your family enjoys?

As a law-abiding citizens paying a small fortune in taxes, I think my partner and I deserve it. So we’re getting married.

A note for the lady that came to my door: Thank you for your kind congratulatory words regarding our upcoming wedding. I only hope that one day, you will really mean it.

Kelly Greene is a resident of Castaic. Her column reflects her own views, not necessarily those of The Signal. She is not the same Kelly Greene with Realty Executives in Valencia.

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