About a year and a half ago, facilitated by the presence of your hatefulness and bigotry at the Prop 8/DOMA hearing at the US Supreme Court, I met the woman I was to fall in love with. I arrived in the throngs of people supporting human rights and progressive change and instantly spotted members of your chuch: notably, one woman holding a "fags are beasts” sign. (If I may point out, your showing that day was rather pitiful. I expected more WBC members spewing lame attempts at hate at such a momentous moment for equal rights in America.)
But back to the day’s events. Though I was first focused on your overly flashy, not very well-designed “fags are beasts” sign, my eyes quickly turned to the snarky “…in bed” sign next to it, held proudly by a girl donning a Spiderman hat, flannel shirt and leather jacket.
Honest to god, I forgot about you guys. This girl was awesome, had the sassiest, smirkiest grin on her face, and my only thought was, “goddamn, I need to hug her.”
So I did. Long story short, dear WBC, we fell head over heels in love and spent a year together. Can’t say I ever would have spotted her in the crowd without you.
Cheers to love and your role in helping me find it,