I've been married to a man for almost 15 years. It's hard work, requires constant attention and both selflessness and occasional selfishness. You always have to have your partners needs in consideration while also making sure your own needs are met. When I think about the future, I'm not just thinking about what I want, but also what he might see for our distant plans. When the time came to have children we both had to work hard to change our priorities and shift our perspectives (over and over and over as it turned out). Marriage is hard work, but personally I love being married. I love having this lifelong commitment to this person who carries a huge part of my heart around inside of his chest. But that's not all I love about being married. I know if I ever get sick or injured, Ryan can make decisions about my health care, and I for him. I am automatically on his health insurance when he starts a new job. He can (god forbid) follow my wishes for end of life care. We have rights to the estate (haha) that we've built together, and should something happen to one of us, our child(ren) are automatically safe in the other's care.
We got married when we were in our early 20s and didn't have to anything other than pick out flowers and sign a paper. We didn't have to fight for the right to sit by the other's side in case of a medical emergency. We didn't have to negotiate legal mazes to ensure our child would be with the other should something happen. It was easy, because we have different junk in the trunk.
My views on gay marriage? Guess. It's not about religion, or what you do in the bedroom. It's about legal rights and protection. I could care less about what other people choose to do when they turn out the lights (or leave them on if that's what turns your crank) but when two people who treasure each other choose to spend their lives committed to one another, they deserve the same legal protection that we do. Plain and simple.