I am not from North Carolina but I did spend a couple years there in my early twenties. And I loved it. It was a heavy red sun slanting through the pines, forests with rivers and giant rock falls, and front porches. I learned to eat greens twenty-five different ways, I learned to drink tea (both iced sweet and smoky hot), and I met some first-rate people. There were readings, independent movie theaters, tea shops, great music, and even gay bookstores. So don’t let people tell you that North Carolina is full of homophobic assholes, because it isn’t, entirely.
There were plenty of churchy people who voted against Amendment 1, which banned not only gay marriage (which is already illegal in the state), but also defined legal couples as a married man and woman. This means that if you are unmarried, and of any gender, you can’t get legal protection from domestic violence. It probably means you won’t have visiting rights in the hospital if your partner is sick. My heathen friends voted against Amendment 1. My married friends voted against Amendment 1.
The man who introduced the amendment pretty much confessed that its extreme wording was influenced by white supremacists.
Constitutional amendment to provide that marriage between one man and one woman is the only domestic legal union that shall be valid or recognized in this State.
When was the last time anyone in North Carolina introduced an amendment about marriage? Oh yeah, it was in 1876 and it banned interracial marriage.
The photo below was gleefully stolen from Wikipedia, but it makes me sad. I remember my time in North Carolina as springlike, like the mountain laurel. I moved there full of hope and optimism. It was an adventure. And I hate to see it as a place of hatred and limitations; a place where queer men and women and all unmarried couples will feel trapped and people who consider themselves righteous blindly reject things they don’t even try to understand.