What I will argue are my credentials and why I am qualified for marriage.
During the summer as a child, I often cried when the sun set because I did not want to leave the cul de sac game of kickball. In second grade, I struggled with the cursive letter Z and became very frustrated writing about my trip to the zoo. When I was 11, my father coached my Little League team and I hit a grand slam while the entire crowd cheered my name. I graduated from high school in the top 10 percent of my class, and, not admitting it to my classmates, I sometimes took my history book home to read further into the Gadsden Purchase of 1854.
When I had to attend my sister’s musical, I sat patiently hoping there would be no encore. When Kerri Strug landed her vault at the 1996 Olympics, I chanted USA. When Tina Fey played Sarah Palin, I laughed. When my mother makes a favorite meal, I salivate. When a girl runs to the doors at work to escape the rain, I hold it open, and when my father lost his battle to cancer, I wept.
To all Hoosiers who may be reading this and deciding if I can have the job, I have only one qualification for you: Thaddeus Gerardot, human being. I may be imperfect, stubborn, emotional and anxious, but I am also responsible, dedicated, caring and trustworthy. I have experienced the same qualities of life as you and expressed the same emotions.
Do you think then that I do not feel the same love as you do because the object of that desire has a Y chromosome? The feeling of loving someone unconditionally is not exclusive to heterosexuals, it is part of the human experience and is something we should cherish and applaud.