It seems like an eternity since I've received any new photos of my nine year old nephew's mannequin Martinique. Halloween is tomorrow, so I have high hopes I'll be graced with some over the top costumed Martinique shots shortly. Until then, I will try and patiently wait.........
OK, I promise to not shout too much about Prop 8. Just a bit. Presently in California, gays and lesbians can legally marry. So my partner and I who have been together for over thirteen years could in fact wed. Then some Mormons, Christian groups, and homophobes decided to fund a proposal that would strip away that right. Their clever and deceitful campaign wants California voters to think this proposal is about teaching gay marriage in schools. It's not true, but if it were..... so what? Teaching tolerance and acceptance in schools is wrong? I know it's been a while since I was in school, but I don't recall marriage being a subject. Was my marriage class before history or after science? Can't remember.
One evening a couple of weeks ago, my honey and I received a call on our home phone from an unrecognized area code. It went to voice mail and wouldn't you know, it was an automated call from the Yes on 8 campaign urging us to protect marriage. Delete. About fifteen seconds later, a call came in on my cell from a different yet still unrecognized area code. I answered in hopes it was Bruce Weber asking me scout models for an upcoming Abercrombie and Fitch campaign. Could happen? Unfortunately it was some goon from the Yes on 8 campaign. The voice on the other end possessed the smile while you're talking quality of a used car salesman and the glee of a camp counselor. "I'm calling tonight to inform you that marriage is under attack and we have an opportunity to protect it. I'm hoping I can count on your Yes on 8 vote."
"Are you kidding me?" I asked as I'm sure my ears began to turn bright red and the veins bulged out in my forward. "With everything going on in the world, this is really what you want to focus on? This is really what's important? Gay marriage is under attack and my partner and I will be happily voting No on that despicable proposal." Click. Sorry, I'm shouting and I promised not to. I'll let Martinique's dress say it all.
The day after that terrible phone call, I rang up my sister to tell her about it and catch up on her kids, Martinique, etc. My sister had a gem of a story which brightened my whole mood. Follow the link to read the rest.