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Entertainment Nav KEREM WAS A 17-year-old in Istanbul when he first read about San Francisco in a French magazine. I had learned there is a place in the world where you can go and be what you want,'' he told me. When he did come here as a student at the age of 23, his cousin Ayse came with him. They both studied at San Francisco State University, and Kerem earned his master's degree in business there. Ayse met a law student and married him, and got a green card automatically, just by showing Immigration her marriage certificate. Kerem met Ken Maley, a San Francisco publicist, and moved into Ken's small apartment on Alta Street, next door to the house Charles McCabe lived and died in before the house tumbled down Telegraph Hill in a storm. Months later they discovered that Ken had put together the article in the French magazine that had drawn Kerem here. He was the one who had sent me the message,'' said Kerem. Kerem's visa will expire in December, with no possibility of renewing it. Canada will welcome Kerem, and he and Ken have been bleakly scouting condos in Vancouver. He will have to divide his time between Vancouver, an unknown city in another country, and San Francisco, which has been his home since he came from Kansas in 1964. And the only difference between them is that she was able to marry her American. Hundreds of rights that come with marriage are denied to gay couples, including hospital medical decisions, rights of survivorship, joint tax returns and offering citizenship to your life partner. The Knight Initiative wants to make sure gay marriage is never recognized in California. This law is backed by those who believe that if homosexuals are allowed to marry, marriage will become a mockery. What is more spiritually and morally corrupt than broadcasting a marriage between strangers based upon consumerism and beauty? Sometimes I just don't understand a culture where gay men and women who have lived together, loved together, committed themselves wholly to one another cannot marry -- and yet marriage as a heterosexual monopoly is fodder for such crap. He loves my baby stretch marks and me as if I were a goddess. He inhales sharply when he sees me naked, though I am well past my prime in the figure department. I crawl into his arms at night and sigh because I am home. Bill and I watched that show, and it disturbed Bill so much that he couldn't sleep.
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