my house doesn't feel like people live there

Weird.  I moved in last July and I've painted and unpacked.  There's still a lot to do but the house doesn't feel like someone inhabits it.  When I come home it still feels like the dogs and I live in someone elses house.

I've finished the first run-through of 'If Not for You' which bent and went off in an odd direction.  I think it's okay, but still have much revising and editing to do.

I'm not an authority on marriage...

I honestly wouldn't get married if I could.  But that's me.  In light of the Supreme Court deciding to hear two cases, sometime in the next year, that address gay marriage.  I wanted to point out something I don't often see mentioned in discussions on the topic.

Gay people aren't born into families of gay people, generally.  Racial minorities come from families of minorities.  This may seem ridiculously obvious but consider; how many gay people lose family when they come out.  My Asian friends didn't lose their parents because they were Asian.  My African American friends went through all kinds of stupid unfair sh*t, but they had family to hang onto.  Family had their back.

Gay people are a minority of often dispossessed people.  I lost my family for years.  So did many of my friends.  Many of us never really properly reconciled.  Of all the people in the world who deserve to make and keep family, gay people are probably the ones who need it the most.

And that's my two cents on the issue.

That said you'd have to put a gun to my head to get me down the aisle, lol.