Here’s an email that gladdened me:
I’m a gay farmer/rancher born and bred in Saskatchewan, Canada (or, as I prefer to call it, Paradise). I have been in a committed relationship with my partner for almost 8 years now. We live in an extremely rural part of an extremely rural province. From the time we moved in we were made to feel completely welcome and respected as any other family in the community. People here really don’t care what you do in bed with who. What does matter is being a productive, involved member of the community and a good neighbour.
Our neighbours continually pester us with questions about when we’re going to “make honest men of each other.” Just as with straight couples, it’s with mixed emotions that my partner and I move closer to tying the knot. After all, forever is a very long time! But when you love someone completely none of that scary bullshit really matters. As long as we have each other to share life’s good and bad and grow old together my life is complete. We are very lucky men to have found each other.
I only wish my many gay friends in the U.S. were able to have their relationships honoured and respected in the same way. A country that doesn’t allow its citizens to freely choose who they will spend the rest of their lives with can’t truly be called a free country.
Somehow I don’t believe this man is a threat to anyone or anything. But he understands the meaning of freedom.
The Dish 