I'd Leave the Country, but My Wife Won't Let Me

Bush Takes Aim at My American Family

I've fantasized about leaving this country since I was 12 years old, but never more desperately than last Tuesday, when the president announced that my gay family should be banned by the U.S. Constitution. Suddenly, expatriation stopped being about wool berets and red wine at lunch. My loved ones and I were standing at the wrong end of a government's gun—not literally, of course, but in a way that threatens our deepest understanding of our lives. Our hopes for a happy, loving, ordinary marriage had become a national threat. George Bush had called for an amendment against same-sex marriage.

"Can we just go to Canada now?" I asked my wife, knowing the answer. We argue remarkably little for people who have a toddler and spend every possible moment together. Except we do have this one running debate at the breakfast table, which starts with me saying we could get legally married, right now, north of the border. Sarah holds up the weather page and says, "Hey, that cold air out there? It came from Canada, and it got warmer on the way."

It's warm in Vancouver, I say.

illustration: Mirko Ilic


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    And we could be freer there. But she's not going, for reasons beyond the mercury. She wants to live as an American—more specifically, as a New Yorker—regardless of whether this America wants her. She wants our son to grow up an American, even if it means he'll lack the protections of the kid next door. Being American matters to her, and that means it matters to me. Four years ago this fall, we stood before an Episcopal priest and were pronounced married for life, for better, for worse. "Those whom God has joined together," the priest warned, "let no one put asunder." I won't leave her, Mr. Bush, not even on account of you.

    But, oh, the siren call of liberty. Blame my parents for making me rootless by moving too often. Blame me for believing any place with equal rights and a bookstore is good enough. I can accept exile, but I cannot accept less than fair. I want to be a full citizen, with this woman, today. I want to do whatever it takes, sacrifice whatever is necessary, go wherever I have to, for that to be so.

    I want to be taxed equally. I want my Social Security benefits to go somewhere besides down the drain. I want the Fifth Amendment right not to testify against Sarah, and to protect our private correspondence from subpoena, the same as other spouses. Couples like us don't have that right. Surprised? Rosie O'Donnell and her wife were, when the lawyers came after them.

    I want our politicians and religious leaders to stop going on television and suggesting that legalizing marriage for us would be like legalizing sex with dogs. My wife, in my arms? They are talking about my wife, in my arms. Do they know, do they care, how much that hurts? Where must we run to be safe from them?

    I want my wife not to feel such pressure and fear that she curls up in bed at night and cries. On the night of Wednesday, February 25, a woman in Brooklyn lay crying because she can't understand why people would hate her so, why they'd have to denigrate a beautiful and private part of her life with the most heinous rhetoric. Think about that. My wife lay in tears because strangers are clamoring for the power to decide whether she belongs, whether the American promise should hold true for her—as if there were any question which way they'd vote.

    What stands between us and them? A couple dozen senators, and some of those are on the fence. Where is our right to a meaningful marriage, to the honest pursuit of happiness? We want our justice and "domestic tranquility." Whose country is this, anymore? Someone tell me. I get the feeling it's no longer mine.

    Enemies of the State: On their summer vacation, Laura Conaway, Nathaniel Goodyear, and Sarah Goodyear wait for the circus to start.
    For me, one of parenting's most profound lessons is that I am supposed to take care of Sarah and the baby, collectively, as a unit. It's not like she's a helpless damsel and I'm a butch knight—if anyone's the tough guy around here, it's her. Rather, I believe all mothers need protecting so they can get on with the open-hearted business of mothering. What works for me is to have Sarah come first, and with Sarah comes the baby. If there are two seats on the life raft, I'm drowning. House fire, I'm first in for the kid. Not enough food, I'm hungry, not her and not him.

    Now comes an enemy who outweighs me, outnumbers me, corners me at will. And you know how I can really tell I'm overmatched? I wish it away. I say to Sarah, they'll never get this marriage amendment out of the Senate. They may get it out of the House, but never the Senate. This blustering of mine is worth only so much. We each know the amendment would likely pass in the states—it would need approval from 38, and that many already have statutes against gay marriage. Would Sarah leave then? She says maybe.

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    You are right, this is the United States of America. We have solid, long standing values.  They DO NOT include intercourse and marriage of same sex individuals.  Gays are sick people who do not understand their own anatomy.  Asking straight people to put up with their point of view is like asking them to try to see ours.  It will never happen.  Let's just think for a moment.  A real marriage of straight partners produces off-spring.  There is reproduction and creation.  Gay marriage does what exactly?  Appeases your lust of body and brings joy to your mind?  And what else does it really do but disgust people of real marriages?  Should anything good produce disgust in any way?  If you can't create something from what you are doing, you are probably doing something wrong.


    @AFriendtoMany Your reply disgusts me. You disgust me. If the purpose of marriage is procreation, then you're saying that right should be denied to anyone too old to have children or to women who are tragically infertile because they must only be marrying to "appease their lust of body and... joy to their mind". Get real. Hardly anyone waits for marriage today to have sex anyway. Nobody goes to the church to appease lust. Your arguments are the spawn of a filthy mind full of hate. You didn't read the article. OBVIOUSLY. Because it was about love and strength and deep, true commitment. And it was about vile, cheap-shot-slingers like you, who somehow have the right to deny loving, true, honest, hardworking Americans like the writer of this article the chance to live the life they want and deserve in this country. THEY are the true Americans. THEY are the ones fighting for good values and reason, justice and liberty -- not you. YOU are a terrified, angry, lonely little person who just happens to have checked the "straight" box early when you saw what privileges were afforded by that decision. You will not veer from pledging allegiance to the flag of hatred because you fear a world of love and equality. You envy those who have love in their lives because you don't have it, so you'll strike it down wherever you can and fall on the carcass with your sharp little jagged teeth and feed on its corpse. Well, I hope that the love you eat infuses you with a passion and sweetness you never knew before, and that it lightens your soul and allows you to see truth and beauty and to start fighting for those things instead of the hate and misery you stand up for now. And if not, I hope you choke on it.

    Sincerely, a supporter of truth, beauty, and true love, wherever it may be found.