In a state

With Prop. 8 getting me down and not knowing exactly where to direct my anger, I can't help but agree that is still a bit jarring — but hopefully less and less so in the near future — to spot a wedding dinner place card that reads:


Two months ago, I took the place card home for a laugh; in hindsight it's become a little less humorous. I hate to admit there was an instinctual tinge of shame in collecting the card at a suburban Indiana wedding, though thoughtfully written by Paul's cousin-bride. Now, I feel that shame may be best reserved for others.

But committed to not being bitter, I remain optimistic and find this song by the lovely Polly Jean Harvey an (interpreted?) inspiration.

One day I know
We'll find a place of hope...

Walk tight, one line
You're wanted this time
There's no one to blame
Just hold on to me...

I walk, I wade
Through full lands and lonely
I stumble
With you I wait
To be born again
With love comes the day
Just hold on to me