I’m a proper modern Eve:
In one hand I hold an apple (that’s a promise)
And in the other hand I hold a spear (and that’s a fact).
I’m standing here for love and compassion,
For the couples who have found one another and just want the same chance at the same kind of life
(To my gay brothers – we have something in common: we’re looking for a good man.
My problem is: I’m wired for Achilles and Cary Grant.)
So as a woman on her own, manning her own phalanx,
I stand and I march and I fight with my heart for the chance for others to love freely,
To marry the love of his or her life.
And to love out in the open air without fear.
For anyone who is lucky enough to find their own star on a bit of racing rock should be encouraged.
Love is hard enough as it is.
I’m standing for freedom and opportunity,
For the young women and girls who one day will have to find spears of their own.
(To the young women – we have something in common: we’re looking for this fight to end.
The problem is freedom is a daily habit, like happiness.)
The chance of me ever having a child is next to none.
My chance came too soon to a girl unready and unfit (I was all apple, no spear).
But I will put my body on the line for your right to choose if or when and how (and with whom).
To choose your time and your place,
Without the interference of the state.
For as every modern Eve knows:
Life is hard enough as it is.
(This is the way I love…
In the imperative.)