by Xeno Martinez
Its Friday, June 24 and as the rest of New York is laying in wait surrounding the decision regarding gay marriage, I find myself out for a night on the town with my friends in the West Village for pride weekend. As I look around at the crowded bar, I’m awakened from my daze by my best friend who yells in my ear, “they passed it.” I instinctively asked him what he was talking about and was then told that New York City passed gay marriage.
I’m not going to lie. I yelled at the top of my lungs and was extremely happy that so many gay and lesbian couples in New York City could finally get married. But at the same time, I found myself a little numb to the whole experience. As I walked along the West Village, I saw so many people cheering and in tears at the news, but found myself unmoved by it at the same time.
But that wasn’t until it sank in.
See, I personally never believed that I would one day be given the right to marry the man I love because society deemed it “unnatural” and “against GOD.” So subconsciously I gave up before I even attempted to fight for it, and welcomed the notion that it was never going to happen…until it did.
Until I found myself walking home at 2 o’clock in the morning from a night of celebration, and recollecting the phone call I got from my younger sister at midnight saying nothing more than “congratulations.”
I am not in a relationship nor am I dating anyone, but for my sister that wasn’t important. What was important was that her brother won the fight to marry.
As I continued walking, the thought of my sister’s call welcomed the image of my mother one day witnessing me marry the man I will eventually love and it brought me to tears. Forced me to recognize that I was finally a person with rights. That I was not some abomination but rather a human being who deserved the right to love and marry whoever he wished to, without prejudice or bigotry.
And it made me feel happy.
It made me walk with Being Latino on Sunday, June 26th with even greater pride as I marched with my friends, family, co-workers, and even strangers down the streets of New York City. I shared that moment with thousands of other New Yorkers as we celebrated all things queer and beautiful in the world.
We all walked, watched, and smiled in recognition that we were witnessed to, and active participants, in one of the most historic and memorable prides in New York City ever.
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