Please, won’t somebody think of the children?

In recent months I’ve seen same-sex marriage described variously as: a niche issue; a darling of conservative governments and therefore the enemy of radical queers everywhere; a sure-thing within a generation; another failing of the Gillard government; a politically expedient strategy for Rudd (and that turned out so well!); a fond wish; the ‘fashion of the moment’; another reason to move to New Zealand; unimportant because de facto couples have rights anyway; a ticket to bestiality; a basic human rights issue.

I’ve read tweets and blogs and op eds and overheard students say ‘yeah, of course I believe in gay marriage’. Since the election I’ve heard dismay about the new government’s expected failure to improve — or even maintain — LGBT rights.

But I haven’t had any chats about marriage equality at school pick-up. My mothers’ group friends aren’t sharing articles about it on social media. I haven’t seen Michael Carr-Greg or Pinky McKay or whoever else currently passes for a parenting expert doing the morning-show rounds about the issue. And I certainly haven’t seen any young people given a platform (beyond youth media like Triple J) to talk about what marriage equality means to them.

When heterosexual couples reach a certain age or relationship stage it is expected that they will start planning for marriage-and-babies. Long term de facto couples regularly announce a wedding timed for just before they want to ‘start a family’ — any time friends in their thirties announce wedding plans it’s taken as a sure sign of cluckiness. It is widely accepted now that a woman needn’t acquire a husband before getting up the duff and yet, for so many heterosexuals, the plan to ‘settle down to have kids’ implies matrimony, not simply cohabitation. It seems to me that the Marriage and Babies Boxed Set is still far more popular than the less traditionally packaged version.

The reasons for this are many, and they are not all about tradition or religion or social class. Despite the quite strong legal protections enjoyed by cohabiting couples in Australia, there is still some legal expediency attached to marriage, especially if a relationship ultimately breaks down if one spouse is dependent and/or there are children. And there is no doubt that being married ensures that everyone: bureaucrats, police, CPS workers, school principals, doctors, lawyers, even family members, takes your relationship status seriously.

More powerful even than the legal ramifications of marriage, though, is the social imperative. Unwed mothers (a term that itself exposes the othering of single mums) are often treated less well, even by healthcare providers. I’ve known pregnant women, too swollen to wear a wedding ring, who’ve been shamed and scolded by the pathologist performing a routine blood test and random people in cafes: in each instance the women chose to assert that they were really married, pointing to the wedding band temporarily worn as a pendant. The temptation to assert one’s right to breed whilst unwed is easily trumped by the need to seek shelter in heteronormative symbols. And understandably so.

Kids frequently start play-acting weddings in toddlerhood. Bean has expressed a desire to live alone as an adult but she still talks about wanting a wedding. And sometimes, she asks me to get married again.

I haven’t told her that I couldn’t legally marry my partner. Shattering her fragile ignorance of the extent of the bigotry her family faces would break my heart. Soon enough someone will tell her that Mama and Ima can’t be married like most of the other parents and step-parents she knows. Like all kids, she has an easily mobilised outrage switch: I expect she’ll rail against the injustice. But she’ll also have the sensation that I feel every time my relationship is devalued or erased or vilified. The sensation of a thousand tiny voices whispering ‘you are less than us.’

It is hard enough to get Bean’s teacher to acknowledge her queer parents — it is very clear that even in the 21st century mainstream schools are heavily invested in teaching heterosexuality. And what chance do we have, even as feminist killjoy parents, of meaningfully counteracting the relentless messaging about marriage? Bean loved the wedding in her school’s recent production of Cinderella. She’s dead keen on happily-ever-after.

Twenty percent of queer couples are raising kids. I’m sure not all of the children sense a lack of social recognition or stability due to their parents’ inability to legally marry, but I have no doubt that many do. Importantly, their peers who have straight parents also lack the unequivocal signal sent by wedding rings and the terms ‘wife’ and ‘husband’. Children may have access to ‘Tango Makes Three’ but they are not missing the meaning behind the ongoing denial of recognition faced by same-sex couples. Less than married (or potentially married), less than ‘normal’, less than equal. Is that how we want same-sex attracted youth to envisage their future? Conservatives and bigots are not afraid to use children as an excuse for their hatefulness: does the left want to leave a gaping vacuum where positive discourse about what family diversity could mean for children should be?

I know that realistically, marriage equality is off Australia’s agenda for at least the next few years. But it shouldn’t be off the minds of straight parents.

Someone has to think of the children.

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4 responses to “Please, won’t somebody think of the children?

  1. jehefinner

    This strikes many chords with me, which is odd as I’m not queer. But I am a wicked unwed mother. Worse still, never married, by choice. A proper floosey. My children were planned, by both myself and their father, a joint and equal decision. But marriage never seemed terribly important to me, so I didn’t push for it, and so we never got around to it.

    11 years and two high needs children later we separated, and two and a half years later he’s now been married for 15 months and has an (unplanned) 11 month old baby.

    The other day my eldest daughter (10) was telling me that her teacher at school has been engaged for *nearly* two years, and won’t be getting married til next year. She couldn’t believe how long the engagement was. So I had to explain that most people don’t get married after a few months like their dad did.

    What’s interesting is that neither of my girls want me to get married, or even have a new boyfriend. To them I am not an abomination, my single/unmarried status is a good thing. And their acceptance of their fathers marriage makes me wonder if they place any great significance on it.

    I do wonder if their father got married to try to show “the world” that he *really* means it this time? Or perhaps his wife demanded this extra display of commitment from him, as an antedote to his history of infidelity in his previous long term relationship?

    But the relevance of the actual marriage, or of being married? It’s interesting. Both from the legal point of view, and for social acceptance. And I wonder what example we; me in my resolutely single/unmarried state, and their father in his frantic rush to get married, are setting my children. How will they view relationships and commitment as adults? Will they follow my example and not be legally bound to someone, or their fathers and seek to consolidate their relationships with certificates and vows? Which of these will my children view as normal?

  2. “…there is no doubt that being married ensures that everyone: bureaucrats, police, CPS workers, school principals, doctors, lawyers, even family members, takes your relationship status seriously”.

    This is why, even more than my general disinclination, I cannot bear the thought of getting married to my (male) partner; of stepping into an extra level of privilege and security that other people cannot have.

  3. Hendo

    I was highly dismayed (to say the least) when a friend I thought of as really feminist, really lefty, really out there posted on Facebook saying she couldn’t see how it would be good for a child to not have a mother and father. She didn’t think single women or lesbian women or gay men (anyone GLBTIQ, you know the drill) should have access to IVF. I was single at the time so tried to explain that none of these people were lesser than and that I felt she was privileging her own relationship preference as the ideal method of parenting, when she’d never dream of criticizing a widowed mother or father, for example. She had her first kid at age 23 and got married at age 24 so I guess she was more conservative/immature than her politics suggested. What I find fascinating are the straight married parents who seem to forget that relationships can end suddenly.

  4. Di

    There is so much in your post, I can’t take it all in. I’ve read your blog backwards today, to here (I am a binge-blog reader, there, I’ve said it!). I am so humbled and dismayed, that your journey in life has been made difficult by people’s attitudes. Because although it’s everywhere, injustice is not right, discrimination, plain unkindness, is not right.

    I wish for you, a more supportive friendship circle, peer group, local and wider community. I wish we were neighbours, so you and your family could enjoy unfettered regard, kerbside chats, kidswaps, whatever, and know that you are loved for yourselves as individuals, and for who you are in our lives. I could say so much more, share so much more, find our common points, and where our lives have varied wildly from each other’s, but it’d be too much for a blog comment. Suffice to say, I like hearing your thoughts, I’m glad you’re living authentically, and I hope similarly authentic people begin to pop up everywhere in your life. x

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