I'm for marriage in the sense that "if they have it I want it, too" because the marriage battle stands for equal rights on the whole etc. etc.

But I saw this image on the wiqaable site with the crumple-faced old married women holding a sign and it made me think, particularly, about what exactly we're fighting for. For quick reference, here's the image bit:


And it made me wonder what exactly the whole point of marriage was. Is marriage nature's trick to keep us together so we don't die horribly when we get hurt/old? Is it evolutionarily advantageous so that couples stay together to rear children? Is it an answer to a question posed by the desire that steers us elsewhere? (You'd think empathy would hold us together better than any contract or law might.)

I saw, once, on Secrets of the Sexes that overwhelming affection hormones last for, at most, 3-5 years, and they make us see our partners in a flattering light. I also know that if people have a reason to stay together (be it a word, or some hazy idea that just makes sense in one way or another), it is easier to answer the question "why are we even here?" during tough times. At the same time, it is difficult to decide whether or not a word trumps child-like want.

I think of marriage as a box, carved of flesh and fear. Two people place into it their hearts, hear them moan softly, creak in sweetness, protestation. I do hope we win our box.


And now, an update on the entire queer and Asian population of Dublin, Ireland:

Oh, I'm doing pretty good.