The Politics of Life

My old friend Bill over at Bill & Kent's place wrote a wonderful post on how he has moved from the political side of life to a more contemplative existence. As has happened many times over the years, his post spurred my own thoughts on the subject and what started out as a comment for his blog quickly became a post of its own on mine. Thanks again, Bill.

To Bill:

You're so right about living for today. As you know this past year both Michael and I faced life threatening illnesses. We were both fortunate to be taken care of by people who respected our relationship and in many instances genuinely thrilled at the longevity of our relationship which has far outlasted many of their "marriages".

There's always the fear of running into someone who wants to be an ass but what this year has taught us is that each day is precious. We came so close to losing each other to cancer and liver disease that now we truly try to enjoy our lives.

We've gotten used to doing things together again even if it's just to make sure that every week we have a "date" for a movie or miniature golf. We take little trips together and try to make our time together special and fun.

Sure, we could still be screaming about injustice but at my age I don't see things changing any time soon. Certainly, not when we don't know what tomorrow may bring as far as life itself. I think we all did our part... we got the ball rolling. We took the impetus of Stonewall and shaped it into a national conversation on whether gay men and women were truly equal under the law. Now it is up to the younger folks to take it to the next step.

When you stop one day and realize that you have fewer days ahead than you do behind it puts politics into perspective. It's time to enjoy what we do have now. The next generation, hopefully, will have more equality but its up to them to carry the torch along.

I give my money and my support but today if given the choice between a day walking in the desert with Michael and looking at the beauty of nature and picketing a government building, well, I'll choose the desert.