according to one of the lg *koff* b? t? q? publications’ carefully crafted quizzes.
I was reading said rag (which need not be named, I don’t need to throw Frontiers under the bus, Blade is no better, you get the point) during my morning constitutional and hopefully reading on the can from time to time doesn’t take away any more of the coveted marriageable points.
I’ve been ranting and raving about marriage on a regular basis to those who get to enjoy my vigorous wit irl but it’s time for my blog to be my soapbox on this one.
So, marriage is legal in California now. Yay. I will vote against Prop 8 which would eliminate the right of same sex couples to marry. I’m not hatin’ on those who choose to exercise their rights and get legally married. In fact, I was once one of them. My ex and I got married in Oregon while it was legal there, before voters decided we shouldn’t be married and we got a refund check from Multnomah county city clerk’s office. Fabulous. Saved having to file for divorce when it turned out she was a lyin’, cheatin’ mess. But at the time it made sense to us. I have always been vocally against marriage being THE gay agenda but I decided since the right was available to us and we had already planned on a commitment ceremony, it made sense to be on the books as good little queers. So, I understand the joy of many couples who have this option become available to them, I am behind the benefits of legal status, like easier access to parental rights and second parent adoption, tax breaks, medical issues, etc.
My big problem with this is twofold:
Number ONE. It’s great to get tax breaks. To get tax breaks you have to have a fucking job first. Which means, our rights to be employed as queers need to be aggressively protected. How many butches do you know who waltz right in the door to the interview in their suit and tie and don’t have to deal with the double take, the bullshit over their gender presentation that carries more weight than their experience or abilities? How many of us have been told at work to keep the orientation thing on the dl? Or been reprimanded in one way or another for being “too gay?” We need fucking jobs first.
We need the right to housing without discrimination, and that includes those of us who have the audacity to not only be Queer but also be Out and top it off by being brown. Add partners, pets, or genderqueerness to the equation and you’re not exactly looking at prime real estate.
We need access to services, to health care, to schools for our children, to so many things that to me, are so much more basic and necessary than the almighty marriage certificate and all it symbolizes and grants. Maslow my friends, Maslow.
Number TWO…My second MAJOR complaint: Must I be heteronormative to have rights? Say I have the cushy job, want the tax breaks, met Mr. Right, want to tie the knot and be Mrs.Mr.Right. What if my relationship doesn’t look like the cute little gay cake toppers? What if I don’t believe the only and ultimate expression of love is between two people? What if I’m poly? What if I’m monogamously non-normative? What if my idea of “family” includes other people, whether I be sexually involved with them or not? And what do we do with those queers who don’t want to jump into a flawed institution that even hets are denouncing (and divorcing out of)? They are bad queers. They are the radicals. They become the Others. So you can easily map out the dividing lines, you have the good queers, they (and their tax breaks) will be middle class, upper middle class for the most part, especially once the excitement of legality wears off. They will buy cute houses and have pretty picket fucking fences. They will be nice and appropriately gay, non-threatening gays, gays whose relationships are nice and comfortably modeled after the norm. Good gays. Good good gays. They shall be patted on the back by the liberal heterosexuals who can finally see, “hey! They’re not so bad after all!” The rest of the gays, the ones who just don’t believe in marriage, the polyamorous, the complicated configurations of blended families, the cynical ones, the leftie ones, they are the bad gays. They should just be quiet. They are living in sin, outside the sanctity of the institution of marriage. Egads! Burn em!
So, going right along with my normativity issues I run into this quiz. I grew up reading Cosmo way earlier than I should have and masturbating stealthily to the hot stories they used to print back in the day before it just got trashy. But I digress. Bad Queer! Okay. So, I heart quizzes. I suddenly must know, am I marriage material!? Must. Know.
Well, I’m not. Questions included things like your ideal Friday night. Because, unless your ideal Friday night is spent on the couch with your luvmuffin, you aren’t marriage material. Heaven forbid you think for a second of being married, and still going out partying, or having a grrrrlz night out, or whatever. Being married means your identity is consumed by the wifeypooh or husbutch. Vacations was another question (because of course we all get paid time off at work and can afford to plan vacations). Unless it’s a romantic getaway for two and nothing but two then you lose points. Vegas lost points even! I have a friend who says her ideal honeymoon would be for her and her partner to go cavort with strippers and sex workers and get it on. Tsk tsk. Not marriage material. Other people I know think a good vacation would be spent in the dungeon at play parties. Nope. Not marriage material. It’s tea for two or bust.
The number of people you have been sexually intimate is also a factor. Too few bad. Too many you are a hopeless whore and you should be going to a sex addict’s group on Friday, which loses you even more points unless you go with your honey (awww). Going out to dinner was another question, if you go to the same restaurants all the time you lose points. Go figure. Do we want stability or not? sheesh! Or if you have dietary restrictions you are also out of the running. Only those with sturdy digestive tracts who aren’t on diets can get married. Take notes here mah deahs.
So, in order to be ‘marriage material’ (a phrase which makes me shudder in and of itself) you must have money, be ready to be consumed by your partner, and not party. Your parents must be accepting but not too involved in your life. You have to like variety in restaurants, but not too much variety. You have sweet vacations with your partner (read: vanilla only). No mention of kids. Of course. Which makes me wonder if it’s just a gay male thing or if it’s a reflection on age demographics… or if it’s just that only bad queers have kids as single parents or coparents. Oh and you have to have a successful corporate modeled job. Yup. Funny they didn’t mention being hung like a horse. I could get serious point then.
Eeeenteresting. That’s what marriage is?
If marriage material means being normative, being crammed into existing models of what long term relationships should look like, feel like, smell and sound like… then I am proudly nothing of the sort. Nor are most of the people nearest and dearest to me! Go figure. Queers of a feather flock together.
I think relationships have to make sense to the people in them. I don’t think they have to be lived in a way that conforms to ridiculous standards. So, whether it be like a few friends I know who had significant long term relationships of years without cohabitation, or like other friends I know who do cohabitate happily: all three of them, it doesn’t have to be normative to be profoundly right.
I propose (pun optional) we take a collective minute to step away from the marriage frenzy, take a collective minute before running to the sale at David’s Bridal, and really evaluate our own personal values, our own personal agendas, how our relationships support and sustain us, and how they fit in with the community, how they create community, and how they support community.
I do love the romance of it all. I love it when a couple who has been together 15 years is able to have their relationship legally consummated and recognized. I get all schmoopy from them just as we all do. But, what is right for that couple does not have to be right for all couples, or all triads… etc. Can’t we embrace different models of relationships under the queer umbrella?
This wasn’t even a butch-femme quiz, in which case I’d just confuse the system. Hard packing high femme, loves to cook for “her butch” but isn’t submissive, expects doors to be opened for her but doesn’t expect the butch to be the “boss” or even necessarily allow them to be… Oooh I could have fun with that one! Deviant domesticity is fun.
I don’t want to be a cookie cutter queer. If being marriage material makes sense to you and is relevant to your life then enjoy and be blessed.. .
If not then maybe we should get together for a drink sometime and leave our imaginary fiance(e)s at home and go queer it up on the town!