So I had this whole post plotted out about Prop 8 passing and how it was threatening to harsh my Obama buzz; how civil rights apparently aren't for everyone and how the hope of minority classes didn't extend down the ticket; how I'll probably never live to see myself reflected in the President of the United States the way so many people get to do right now.
But I'm glad I held off.
Not because the results changed -- I make it a rule not to hold out hope for provisional ballots. But I saw a friend proudly and defiantly display his wedding band on his Facebook page, and I read a fantastically on-point piece by Andrew Sullivan, and now I'm sitting down to Angels in America and taking a moment to remember that the world only spins forward.
Yes, it's frustrating and disheartening and infuriating, but it's not forever. There will be a tipping point, and when that happens, we won't, to appropriate Roommate Mark's keen insight, be able to stop that avalanche. If Obama's election, forty long years after the death of Martin Luther King, teaches us anything, it's that history takes time. It doesn't mean we wait passively, but it does mean we don't let the setbacks break us. The saddest thing about homophobes and bigots is that they're already on the wrong side of history. History's just not here quite yet.
And I swear to god I'm gonna post about finger puppets soon enough, because even I think Profound Joe can get a little tedious.