Julianne Wiley wants to engage the culture:
Massachusetts Marry-Pranksters! Time to get out there with your dogs and cats, in pairs and groups, and demand marriage licenses for all 3 or 4 or 5 of you!
I’m kidding, but I’m not kidding. Guys, get your 3 best poker friends — ladies, get the gal next to you at Curves — and demand a license! See if you can re-marry your spouse PLUS the Best Man! See if they refuse you?! If they do, threaten a lawsuit! Make sure you bring your digital camera.
At least get out there with a picket sign that says, “Kitty Catastrophe is My Best Friend! Why Don’t You Recognize Our Love???”
~Make a little mischief~
I’d do it.
You’re more audacious than I. I’m afraid they’d call my bluff!
Utterly, utterly superb.
When Portland, Oregon started issuing “gay” marriage licenses a while back, following S.F.’s lead, I sent an e-mail noting that state residency is not a requirement and asking the authorities to issue a license on behalf of myself, my parakeet, my sister and her cocker spaniel, since we all love each other. I’m still waiting (although one of the commissioners did put me on the mailing list for her press releases).
Another of the commissioners justified her vote in favor of defying state law to issue “gay” licenses as follows: “My gay friends said, ‘If we show up to register, what are you going to say?'” This genius commissioner found that “argument” sufficiently compelling (though I’m sure she likewise found the attendant publicity quite compelling). So I simply asked in my e-mail, “If we [myself, my parakeet, my sister and her cocker spaniel] show up to register, what are you going to say?” Apparently she does not have an answer.