It’s official, ladies and gentlemen: Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is OVER! Ended! Done!
Or, it will be in a couple months. When Obama signs some stuff and a waiting period happens.
Whatever! This is perfect. And I saw it live in the Senate galleries! (One of the perks of living in DC.) The cloture vote was the important one — that needed a 60-vote majority to pass. The final vote only needed fifty. The final score: homos 65, haters ZERO! (Or 31 or something.)
I woke up ridiculously early (for me) and biked down to the Capitol. Luckily for me, I didn’t have to blow my senator to get a gallery pass — another queer partner had hooked himself and me up. (He actually flew out from a far state to see this — so I’m glad his ticket money didn’t go to waste.)
There were hella people in the galleries. The fancy gallery people kept telling us to shut up.
There were endless hours (alright, like two) of debate. John McCain acted like a complete turd the whole time. He said some crap about how today was a sad day for America and and ending DADT was going to harm the rural small communities that “liberal bastions” and “salons in Georgetown” never think about. He didn’t specify HOW they would be harmed, but he acted like it would be something dire.
I knew there were supposedly enough votes. But I still had serious trouble breathing while the voting was going on. It takes FOREVER because they have to read all the names.
When they read aloud that 63 senators had voted “aye”, I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I’m not gonna lie, I cried. And the final vote helped me believe it. It’s over.
I should be happy right now, but I’m not. It’s too overwhelming. And it’s sad to think of all the queer people who worked, or whose partners worked, in the military, who never got to come out. It’s sad to think of all the lives and relationships DADT has destroyed — for what? For nothing.
There were so many times when I laid in bed and worried about Captain Awesome’s life and career and mental health and our relationship and wished so HARD that DADT would be over. It’s not like it’s EVER easy to be a military family (especially when you’re as anti-militarism as I am), but DADT was really throwing a wrench into all the plans we wanted to make.
When I made the decision to live with her a couple weeks ago, I was hopeful that this would happen. But I knew I couldn’t count on it.
Captain Awesome and I would have done as many years as we needed to under this law. But I’m glad we won’t have to now. DADT is gonna breathe its last breath on about the same day that I move to — well, still not telling. Can’t take any chances.
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do right now, though — right now I’m gonna roll a gigantic blunt and smoke it all. And once the partying’s over, I have to discuss with Captain Awesome what we’re gonna do — whether she plans to come out or not. She may choose to stay closeted, just because.
I don’t care! I don’t care! We’re gonna live together and get matching rings and have a dog and be GAY!