This is, what, the second or third time Gov. Corbett has had
to apologize for comparing gay marriage to something offensive? The hilariously
depressing thing is that in this latest instance, he’s corrected his original assertion,
that gay marriage is comparable to 12-year-olds who want to wed, by saying the
more appropriate analogy would be a brother and sister who want to marry.
What’s next — clearing things up by saying gay marriage is like setting puppies
on fire?
Corbett’s comments just crystalize for me that fact that we
are not going to be moving back to Pennsylvania. We moved to Delaware because
it was more affordable but had half-anticipated moving back to our home state
once we could, given that’s where a lot of family and friends are. But with the
Keystone State’s continued fight against gay marriage, I think I’ll be keeping
in touch with people from the First State. Steve and I did not exchange vows
last April just to move back to Pennsylvania and have the commonwealth regard us
as roommates.
I don’t feel welcome as a gay person in Pennsylvania, at
least not by the government. In contrast, I do feel welcome in Delaware. My
adopted state passed gay marriage with breathtaking speed and no drama. The
legislature passed it the day we got home from our honeymoon, the governor
signed it immediately and less than two months later, gay people were wedding
at the courthouse. Philadelphia may hold the edge on Wilmington as far as the
gay scene but at this point in my life, I need more than just a few bars and
clubs with rainbow flags. I need the pride of commitment to my husband and
legal protection for our union.
Of course, we do certainly feel welcome by our friends and
family in Pennsylvania so it’s not like we’re going to stop speaking to anyone
or dramatically refuse to set foot on PA soil. What I will be doing is not
spending a dime more of my money than I have to in Pennsylvania. I’m not even
going to give that government whatever pittance of a sales tax I would be
spending there. I’m not going to refuse to attend a social function in PA, but
if I have a choice, I’m not eating or drinking there. I’m not getting gas
there. I’m not doing any Christmas shopping on my lunch break near work. After
years, I stopped buying Yuengling in favor of Delaware’s Dogfish Head. I also
stopped buying the Philadelphia Inquirer
on Sunday and switched to the Delaware
News Journal. (This had less to do with gay marriage than with the fact
that the Inquirer treats the
tri-state area like a bi-state area and completely ignores Delaware so I get no
local news. We’re a small state but it’s not like it’s all an empty wasteland.
If they circulate to our area, they could at least cover us a little.)
What I will be doing instead is spending more to prop up the
economy of my adopted state — the state that has made me feel welcome as a gay
person. The Diamond State is home now and I’ll just have to visit people in my
old state. I really wonder if Pennsylvania will have a “brain drain” of gay
couples who will leave to marry elsewhere. Even if PA passes gay marriage, it
will be too little, too late for me. It is the only state in the Northeast that
offers no recognition for gay
couples. So I’m out (pardon the pun).
I know that not buying gas in Pennsylvania will have no effect
but it’s just a small symbol, something that I feel the need to do.
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