I was in a wreck some years ago in my ambulance. Drunk driver blew the red light, slammed into the ambo, caused us to roll. Busted up pretty good.
Another paramedic on duty that night was the first ambulance on scene. Took damn good care of me. I probably would have survived anyway, but maybe not. Who knows, right?
That paramedic is gay. We struck up a friendship after that -- sadly, I never really got to know him before this event. Big ambulance service, lots of EMTs, see him in passing -- "Hey, Jeff"... "Hey, Richard" -- and remain friends to this day.
I'll be getting married in 4 weeks and a day. After 40 years, I finally managed to find a woman that said yes. And I'm just as happy as a pig in shit about it. I can't imagine how I got through life without this level of pure, total, complete joy.
And I can't imagine how absolutely, totally, completely frustrating it must be to be told, by a government, "Sorry, but you're not permitted to have that level of happiness in your life, because we don't think it's right."
YMMV.