Meeting with Rep. Inslee on the Respect for Marriage Act – Act II: You Again, Barney Frank?
After the crowded waiting room, it was a relief to enter Inslee’s office, where there was plenty of seating. David Bahar, Inslee’s legislative assistant, was deaf and had an ASL translator, so for a little while it was just the four of us: David, the translator, Frances, and me. They assured me we had time to wait for Ami before beginning. I said she’d just be a few minutes, but the truth was I had no idea where–or if–she’d found parking or how long she’d be. I explained our mission and our journey, and talked about why we were running behind.
Lucky for me, Ami arrived a few minutes later, just about the time that the representative’s new communications person arrived, too. He said that he always tried to sit in with David, since he was so knowledgeable. I wondered if this was a way to make us feel like we were meeting with someone important, even if it wasn’t Inslee. We rearranged for the best translation vantage point, and got started.
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Read moreMonday is Funday: Contest #4
Today we took the dogs to a dog beach on the Chesapeake. That sounds so much better when I write it than it was in real life. We drove about thirty miles out of the way to give them special doggie time on the beach. Now, I should say that we have some great dog parks in Seattle. There’s one at Warren Magnuson that we like. There’s about a mile-long walk to a fenced off spot on the lake where hundreds of dogs gather every weekend morning. It’s that heaven all dogs are supposed to go to.
Read moreThe National Equality March In Pictures
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Read moreDistrict of Gay, or Why Barney Frank Can Kiss My Ass For Saying We Shouldn’t Have Come
What was supposed to be a second or third stop for the day became our first stop: the Milk and Cookies welcome for LGBT parents and kids. Frances is not exactly of cookie-eating age, but it was a good way to meet other parents at the march. I was a little worried that it would be ill attended–after all, we’d heard that nobody would be able to make the march because it was so hastily planned.
As soon as we entered the hotel where the event was held, I knew I had worried for nothing. We followed the sound of children laughing, playing, screaming until it led us to the second floor ballroom. The place was packed. Every table seemed to be full. Set out were art supplies, and kids were making signs, hats, banners, bracelets, you name it.
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