We know them as our friends and family, our neighbors and our co-workers. We knew the person before we knew they were “gay.” It was live and let live. But quiet, personal acceptance by the majority of Americans was deemed to be not enough by the activists. Conflict was called for. In response, by 2000, "civil unions"' were proposed, but the definition of marriage remained as heterosexual. But that wasn't enough. In 2008 in Oregon, same-sex couples could register as domestic partners, giving them some spousal rights of married couples. But that wasn't enough. The activists wanted full marriage equality. Anyone standing in defense of traditional marriage and family was branded a “hater,” a “bigot” and a “homophobe.”
The strongest, most cohesive unit in America is the traditional family. Gay or straight, you most likely grew up in one.
A 1996 federal law, DOMA (Defense of Marriage Act) defined marriage as between a man and a woman, and the activists flew to the ramparts. Since that time we have seen a “gay marriage” celebrated as the topper on a wedding cake in a traditionally family-oriented New Year's Day parade; Boy Scout troops bullied into acceptance; and city non-discrimination ordinances (NDOs) proposed that would be one more tool (and the lawsuits they would spawn) to bludgeon any opposition into submission.
When activists celebrated in the streets in 2013 after the Supreme Court struck down part of DOMA, it was obviously not about equal rights — it was about their “rights” coming at the expense of mine.
And that is where they lost me.