Unwedding San Francisco

I've thought about this one for a while and I finally decided what the heck. You can walk away now if you like but this is my blog and I'm going to say what I want.

So, to those of you queasily heterosexual sorts, be warned. This post contains gay material.

I am not sure if George Bush Jr has a dog, but if he does, it most certainly stands a better chance of winning the elections than the incumbent. Because if I've ever seen a tail wag a President, recent events have certainly proven it can be done.

A few days ago, news was all over the Internet about how gay marriages in San Francisco, the mecca of gay love, have been annulled.

I stand amazed.

How does something become legal, create a landmark impact on a community, and then get wiped out overnight? Beyond the issue of right and wrong, beneath the conservative rhetoric and the burning Bibles, how do you say "love each other till death do you part", and ten seconds later say "ahem, but can you do it in private?"

If it doesn't smack of desparation to secure fence-sitting votes, I don't know what does.

Thing is, if I was a gay person living in San Francisco, what would I do? Imagine if I were married. Getting married alone would have meant I had to take that brave step of outing myself publicly. I would also perhaps have spent a nice bundle of money on caterers, a dress and some nice shoes, a wedding cake, hey maybe even a honeymoon.

What do I tell all these people who went to my wedding when I bump into them in the streets now? Hi, I'm so-and-so. You know such-and-such, don't you? My ex-wife, but actually we're still in love. Very much so. Just don't tell Bush. He's not supposed to know. And how are you?

So what happens now? Do all the gay married San Francisco couples become automatically divorced?

Imagine if that happened here. And the Selangor MB suddenly declared all marriages of title holders null and void. Woo hoo! I swear, the A-list parties would become a whole different ball game. Instantly, all Datins cease to exist. As do Puan Sris and Toh Puans. But let's not be sexist. Boys, Rafidah Aziz and Sharizat would be swinging singles!

I don't know which of those prospects are more frightening. And at this late hour, I am feign to even attempt guessing whether the men or the women vying for one of them would be more terrified.

Of course, Bush is fortunate. At least in America, most gay people marry their own kind. With the exception I suppose of the New Jersey Governor (he should consider living here, really). If he were President of Malaysia, he'd have a far more complicated situation on his hands. He'd have the likes of all our closeted Fairy Gayfathers confused as to whether they should divorce their wives. Not that they would see it as a necessarily bad thing, judging from their track records. Amicable separation was probably on the cards anyway.

All this makes me want to vote. Only thing is, I'd have to be an American. And where would the fun be in that? At least here, our twin towers are still standing.