OMG! OH MY GOD!!! BRAD PITT’S MOTHER PENS ANTI-GAY-MARRIAGE LETTER!!! [To Mormon senator and presidential candidate Mitt Romney]

I was reading a certain blog and I found this, which is worthy of mention:
OMG!  OH MY GOD!!!  BRAD PITT'S MOTHER (Jane Pitt) PENS ANTI-GAY-MARRIAGE LETTER!!!

Then I found the following mini-course in civil-rights law in the Comments of a popular website, and it is so good that I had to post it here:
Well, now we know why Jane's family is known as "the Pitts." (I hereby renounce any inspiration relating to "Pitt bullshit".) .... Marriage is a civil status like incorporation--indeed, it is a kind of incorporation. Through marriage, the state recognizes the common rights and obligations of two people. These include the right to shared property and the obligation to honor debts contracted by the couple. And tax breaks and other arrangements with the state are also included. The rights and obligations of marriage are civil rights and therefore they may not be denied to any adult citizens capable of functioning as members of the state. Marriage is not "matrimony." "Matrimony" is a religious value/concept which is not shared by all--not even all Christian churches admit it as a "sacrament"--and as a religious concept it cannot be imposed by some citizens on others who do not share their religious views. Marriage is a civil right, and American States must cease to deny the full exercise of this right to their citizens.

1 from THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF EMILY DICKINSON

I’ve run to welcome—Absence—

To greet—a closing Door—

And hurried after Echoes—Footsteps—

Still recede before—

A Mountain or a Desert—

Were easier—to arrest—

Than embrace a flickering—Shadow—

As it vanishes—

To try—to apprehend—a Phantom

Requires exhausting Toil—

Nature abhors a Vacuum—I’ll

Avoid a Void—

  

REGRESSIVE SONNET

W. S., to himself

Your old catastrophes queued to recur,

And vital fire contracted to a hole,

Would you go back in dreams to what you were

And try anew the unenacted role?

Dead pleasures fading to a wasted blur,

Desire perversely lives, a glowing coal

That stale regret but pricks you on to stir,

Revision of the past your only goal.

So little left could hardly come to less:

A clinging succubus took you as prey,

And, yet possessing you, makes you regress;

The sleepless demon that forced you to say

“Yes” when you meant “No,” “No” when you meant “Yes,”

Still makes a day of night, a night of day.

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GETTING IT

He lounged in the doorway, shirtless
Against the blistered blue paint.
Light curved around his torso,
Sculpting the biceps that muscled his pecs and      
Kissing the caramel nubs of his nipples, and   
Rippled down the dimpled ridges of his abs, and 
And I looked up and saw
His hair the color of sunlight,
His eyes the color of rain.

 

THAT'S WHY

For Gilbert

“… That’s why we are put on earth—
to be in love,” you said,
in one of our first conversations.
Not knowing you then,
I didn’t understand….
Now, of course, I do.

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