My posts have evolved from my last three here, here and here. I began as a woman struggling with infertility declaring the unfairness of the laws are for my partner and our projected children. Then the next two posts show my transition as I come to acceptance that my type of infertility may not never be resolved with a live baby. I’ve spoken on being invisible because LGBT folk aren’t expected to have children and the bulk of infertility resources assume heterosexuality. I’ve spoken about the bittersweetness of watching persons I’ve started on this journey with have Child 1 and Child 2. I’ve spoken on how much I love my IVPeeps and their photos and posts bring me joy.

So what’s the new angle? In the next five minutes.

In a Mircrosoft Word file I have a bunch of notes: “Empire Waist with sweetheart bodice”  “My Scorpio charm, my father’s cross” “Come in to ‘I only want to be with you’. Leave to ‘Ahora Seremos Felices’ (Now we will be happy). Pastries and a giant brownie. Soft bar. First dance: “Te Adoro” (I Adore You)

These are notes of course on my legal in New York Wedding. The wedding that right now feels so close I can taste it but then I hear a radio ad from NOM (no i won’t link to them) and I get shaken from my reverie and try to find comfort that at least I have a domestic partnership. At least I can put Mikey on my insurance after her layoff even if I have to pay dearly for the privilege.

And I cry when I think of my friends in NY who have little ones to think about and while we have recognition of out of state marriages it feels like we’re being confined to approved areas. The minute we cross the line to an unfriendly state our marriage may mean nothing to the powers to be. And recognition in NY and marriage in some states is nothing when Washinton DC won’t recongnize us.

But to end with cheerleading: WE HAVE THE POWER OF RIGHT ON OUR SIDE. Despite the forgotten promises of the leaders we put in office we have the overwhleming power of justice on our side. And never underestimate the power of the voices of children, queers and the ones who support us.