(it's a fact, we don't make tears.)
But, I'm definitely tearing up today.
25 years ago, I was a senior in college and doing an internship. One morning, I sat in on a meeting with my on-campus supervisor and my internship site supervisor (Deb and Frances, respectively). During the course of the meeting, Deb and Frances realized that they knew each others partners, but had never had the opportunity to meet each other, until that moment.
Witnessing this conversations has been one of the most influential moments in my life. At the time, I was head over monkey-tail in love with the Phenom and didn't stop talking about him, our fun, our plans for the future, etc. While Deb and Frances talked, I realized that they were using very vague and gender neutral terms to refer to their partners. I felt horrible. I realized that, as lesbians, they had to be on guard when talking about the loves of their lives. Where I could chatter on like a silly little, brainless thing . . . they had to worry that they might accidentally reveal too much about themselves to the wrong audience and there was a very real threat in such a slip.
I have often thought of this moment. I have referenced this moment, along with other examples, when making the case for why we need to confront homophobia, hate crimes against LGBTQ persons, and why marriage should be available to all people.
Today, Frances got married. The right for her to marry has only recently been available to her. And I couldn't be happier. I might even produce the first ever monkey tears of joy.