This past Friday as I was thumbing through my Twitter feed I literally stumbled on a Tweet that was 2 minutes old, "Breaking: Federal judge strikes down Utah's ban on same-sex marriage". By 9 that night I was at the Salt Lake County building witnessing the marriage of our dear friends Leslie and Penny. Deb and I lamented that night as we went to bed that we too hadn't taken the leap and that we might have let our chance at marriage slip out of our hands. Saturday morning we made plans with our other dear friends Sally and Brenda to find an office that would let us apply for a license. We had to excuse ourselves from the search due to Deb becoming ill at breakfast. During the day we received hourly updates about their futile search for an office that was open.
This morning as I called Sally she let me know that she had been up all night writing down her experience, that she had been prompted to record her feelings about the day and the court ruling. After Sally finished reading me her thoughts I asked for her permission to spread her experience. Sally expresses for many of us, lesbian mother's, our experience choosing to create and raise a family. I could not have said it any better, thank you Sally for speaking up and out, you have been truly brave!!!
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“Finding Home” by Sally Farrar,
Saturday, 21 December 2013
As I stood in line today in hopes of receiving
my Utah State marriage license, I did not feel excited, hopeful, or joyful. In
fact, I felt pathetic, foolish, and less than. As I turned to look at the
beautiful woman standing next to me, the woman who has been standing by my side
for the last 27 years, I felt a sense of overwhelming sadness. She--we--deserved
better than this. Better than
standing in a line in the freezing cold hoping a door would open both literally
and figuratively. Our love, our union, our struggles, our family deserved
better than desperately standing in the freezing cold awaiting doors to open at
the Weber County Clerk’s Office in Ogden, UT. We had been up early with the
hope of counties opening their doors and allowing us to receive a marriage
license. We had driven around for hours from county to county trying to find
the one Government office that possessed the courage to follow the court order
and issue marriage licenses to its gay and lesbian citizens. We now stood in
line with hundreds of people with a small glimmer of hope and yet, my heart and
soul felt so very heavy.
My thoughts were suddenly jolted as the
phone in my pocket began to ring. I looked at the caller ID and answered the
phone, “Hi baby.”
“Hi Mom. Ya’ll getting married?”
“Well son, we are in the line waiting.”
I didn’t want to say more as the excitement in his voice was so innocent and
sweet; yet in my head I felt those doors were never going to open. His voice
pulled me back to the phone.
“I’m hungry,” he said. These are two
very familiar words, which we hear multiple times on a daily basis. As an 18 year
old boy his mind was focused on only a few needs.
“Ok,” I said. “Is your sister and
brother-in-law on their way to the house?”
“Yes,” he answered. “They are on their
way.”
“Ok, son. Tell her to pick up something
on her way or make yourself a sandwich.”
“Ok mom, love ya.”
“Love you buddy,” I replied. “See ya
soon.”
As I placed the phone back in my pocket,
an overwhelming sense of disappointment and that old familiar despair began to
enter my thoughts. Being an attorney and a Mormon I knew my attempt to gain a
marriage license in the State of Utah would be futile. I would once again have
to explain to our children that while God loved our family, there are still
people here on Earth who do not understand His love and compassion. So often we
are asked, “Why do you live in Utah?”
That answer is simple: Utah
is our home. We have lived in the south, too. I am Mormon while Brenda, my
partner of 27 years, is Catholic. We have no spiritual home, as our religions
remain firm in their beliefs denying rights to their gay members. The truth is--we
love Utah. We love the culture. We
love the people. We don’t drink; we don’t smoke, and we are raising kids. We love raising our kids in Utah. We
fit in quite nicely except for one small detail--we happen to be two women in
love with each other.
My toes are freezing as I stand in this
long line. To distract myself from the elements, my thoughts travel back to
less than 30 days ago when I received a call from our daughter. “Hey mom.”
“Hey baby girl. How’s your day?”
“Good,” she says. “Bryce and I just got
our marriage license!”
“Glad ya’ll finally got your license,”
I express. “The wedding is only two days away. Did it take you long to get it?”
“Nope-- just walked right in,” she
says. “Had to drive all the way to Provo though because the Draper office was
closed--but there was no line.”
At this point there were several
hundred people waiting in our line. How ironic that less than 30 days ago we
were celebrating the legal marriage of our daughter. My thoughts quickly go back
to last month when my partner and I proudly walked our daughter down the aisle
to marry. There were close to 400 guests. We walked her to the front of the
room, and a Mormon Bishop married her. The ceremony was beautiful.
Once again I am brought back to the
present moment as my phone rings again.
“Hey mom.”
“Hey baby girl.”
“Are ya’ll almost done? We are here at
the house to make Christmas cookies like we planned.”
“Well babe,” I say. “This is taking a
bit longer. Can you tell your cousins that it will be later in the day before
we get back to make cookies.”
“Ok,” she answers, “but hurry. Love you.”
“I love you, too. See ya soon.”
Now my thoughts are a bit frustrated.
We had planned to make Christmas cookies and treats with my sisters, nieces,
and nephews--all of whom are Mormon (which is irrelevant but thought you all should
know). I am upset that chasing a marriage license has taken away our family time
together--time we cannot get back. This is not fair and is wrong in so many ways. There is a
rustle in the crowd as the Weber County door opens and cheers erupt. I quickly
make my way to the front of the line to hear the announcement. The cheers turn
to moans as it is announced the Clerk cannot let us in.
Humiliated, I grab Brenda’s hand and
say “Let’s go.” On the long drive back home, we discuss the legal significance
of Judge Robert Shelby’s ruling and contemplate the behind-the-scenes scenario
that must be taking place with the Government leaders and of course “the
church” leaders, AKA, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Days Saints. As silence replaces our words, my mind
once again begins to wander. I think about the legal argument the State
presented in denying same sex couples the right to marry. The best interest of children always
becomes relevant. The State argued
being raised by a father and mother is the optimal situation in producing
well-adjusted children.
Hum, I think to myself-Who did that
study? No one has ever contacted us to be part of a study. No one has evaluated
our two straight children—whom, of course, their moms think are amazing. Ok, my biased thoughts aside--our kids--a
girl and a boy, should be judged on their own merits. Our straight daughter
just married an amazing man and is in her final year of college as a biochemistry
major. She is beautiful from the
inside, out. She is smart, caring, loving, and has a great sense of humor. Our
son is kind, smart, funny and an incredible athlete who has received an offer
to play collegiate baseball. They
are really good kids based on the standards of society and both of them are
straight.
I, on the other hand, was raised by one
male and one female; both straight. In fact, my father was a Mormon Bishop,
Stake President, and Mission President. Brenda was raised by one male and one
female; both straight who are Catholic. We were raised in the optimal situation
according to the State, but both of us turned out gay. So if being gay is ‘bad’--an
abomination, and allowing gay people to marry will destroy marriage and society,
then producing gay children must be considered bad and undesirable.
Accordingly, our parents failed the State test. If the rationale of the State’s arguments was to be applied
to me and Brenda, and recognizing our Union produced two well-adjusted straight
children, then we should be allowed to marry. Our parents should have been
forced to divorce. Certainly
producing gay children from a straight marriage is a detriment to society and
traditional marriage, right?
Legal marriages should be defined as a
union between two loving and committing adults who wish to share legally
protected State and Federal rights. Legal marriage should remain about legal
rights not religious definitions.
The constitution unequivocally protects the right to freedom of religion
and yet it is very clear that the separation of Church and State is an
intricate part in producing a democratic state of the union. While marriage is a spiritual act in
religion, it is a legal act in governing. The Government must provide all legal
rights and protection under the law to ALL people equally. Religions do now and
can continue to deny members rights based upon their beliefs. Religions remain divided on the
definition of marriage and treatment of their gay members and that is perfectly
within their rights to do so. The Government should provide one legal
definition of marriage that applies to all citizens equally as it is their duty
to do so.
Let’s be honest here. My life has been
way more difficult having been gay than my childrens’ lives have been. I have
been faced with trials and obstacles that I never thought possible to overcome.
I spent hours of counsel with church leaders; hours in prayer and nothing
worked--nothing made me straight. I even joined the God Squad and Fellowship
Christian Athletes and got ‘saved’ at my friend’s southern church. I tried
everything to become straight to no avail. Alternatively, my children who are a
product of a gay relationship, are straight and have it much easier than we
ever did. So suffice it to say that in this scenario, the best interest of the
children was to be raised by a gay couple. Accordingly, Brenda and I should be
married as we have produced straight, well-adjusted children.
The result of this rationale is absurd
as I hope everyone can see this. While the Government, the State, and the
Courts determine the fate of our access to equal protection and legal rights,
please include my children in your studies. Please include all the gay children
who were produced by straight religious parents to determine and define legal
marriage. Freedom of religion and
freedom of speech remain in place to protect the views of those religions and
people who consider homosexual acts and people as an abomination. It provides
them the rationale to deny my religious right to marry the person I love; not
my legal right to marry. I choose
to be judged by my God only. I choose to live in a country where I know my
leaders will protect my legal rights and provide me equal protection under the
laws of this great Nation.
My heart is heavy, and I am tired. I can no longer remain silent on this
issue. I can no longer stand to hear that children are better off being raised
by a man and a woman. The studies undeniably show children who are raised by
LOVING, SUPPORTIVE parents--regardless of their gender or sexual orientation--are
well-adjusted children. Our children are proof. Moreover, the fact that I am
gay is not a result of my environment as five of the six siblings raised by my
parents are straight. I was created from the same DNA and the same God and I am
gay. God created me just as He did my brother and sisters. God does not create
mistakes, and I am not a mistake. I am not a product of a broken home. I am a
product of two amazing, loving parents who believe in God, the Bible, morals
and standards, and who raised me to believe the same. They did not fail by
producing me.
Brenda and I have now raised two
children with those same standards and beliefs. We just had to do it on our own
and without the loving support a religious institution and congregation can
provide. We never found a home or felt welcome in our place of worship so we
had to teach our children that they are children of God who are loved and are
to serve Him and honor Him and our family name. We have never been legally recognized so we had to tell our
children that our relationship and our family are valid and real despite the
denial of legal rights in this country.
I have always known in my heart and
head there would come a time when we would find legal recognition and spiritual
acceptance. It is time. The time
is now. We can wait no more.
