a) lesbians everywhere were salivating over “The L Word” premiere on Showtime, and
b) the world was discovering that Cynthia Nixon had ended her 15-year relationship with English professor Danny Mozes to pursue a romance with a ginger lady named Christine Marinoni.
What I like about C Nix and Macaroni, is that the butchier of the two carried baby Max. This is refreshing because – although I feel strongly about getting pregnant – it does feel a bit backwards to me sometimes that I’ll be the one with the baby bump. Meredith and I don’t fall into specific “butch/femme” roles, but she is the sundress and leggings to my jeans and boyfriend tees. I mean, there’s a reason why our friends often react to the news by looking at me and saying: “Wait you’re the one who’s going to get pregnant?!?”
In July, after NY became the 6th (and largest) state to legalize same-sex marriage, Nixon wrote the following:
** “The fight for gay marriage is often portrayed in political terms—Democrat versus Republican, liberal versus conservative. But for couples like us, this is about something simpler and more personal. I want to be married to my girlfriend. And I want us to have a ceremony. I want all our friends and family to come, and I want our kids to be there. Just like that historic night last month on the subway platform, I want it to be a moment I will always remember. Till death do us part.”
** Read Cynthia’s entire article originally in Newsweek’s The Daily Beast July 18, 2011