Gay vs. Straight
“They told the world that their relationship was like any other and that's why they should be allowed to marry. Now, friends say, they are showing once again that they are just like any other couple: Two years after getting married, Julie and Hillary Goodridge, lead plaintiffs in the state's landmark gay marriage case, are splitting.” – Boston Globe-July 21, 2006
``Unfortunately, lesbian and gay couples break up just as heterosexual couples," said Joyce Kauffman, a Cambridge lawyer who specializes in gay and lesbian family law. ``It's a fact of life. There are stresses and strains on all of us. And sometimes relationships can't beat that stress. It happens to gay people just as well straight people."
"Well defended point," I mumbled to myself as I perused the article, "but the article misses the target again as most Gay-defense articles do." The major controversial – and many times, obnoxious topic of Gay vs. Straight – refuses to take a back seat in our society.. We will forever, it seems, be constantly flooded with the Gay Rights’ Movement in all its political and societal ramifications. That does not disturb me. It’s simply a reflection of the age-old adage, “Thousands of people have always thought or done it this way, but we are going to change the trend.” The 250-plus Christian denominations and its subsidiary cults, the multifold nudist camps, the Swingers’ Clubs, etc. that inundate our international society verify it. What does disturb me: I have yet to read any profound treatise, scientific or otherwise, on the cause of this so-labeled, “perversion” of gays and lesbians. Linguistically, “perversion” is a misnomer. “Altered aliens” would seem more appropriate. Throughout my life, I have always failed to understand how one species of mankind can get excited in any way about another individual of the same species when both have the same comparable psyches, emotional and physical priorities, and most of all, the same anatomical equipment. |
Pius platitudes and biblical quotes aside: During my earlier years of working in youth summer camps teaching horsemanship, I never witnessed a stallion attempting to groom another stallion. My memory also fails in ever witnessing a mare striving for another mare’s attention. In my many homestead Florida years, I fail to recall any incident of a male alligator struggling to position itself on the scaly back of another male. As part of the male species, how do I get excited in waltzing toward a restaurant for a romantic evening’s meal when I have to hold the hand of a spouse that is hard-skinned, full of calluses and protruding knuckles? When I return home from a hard-day’s work, how do I get e I would welcome any Gay or Lesbian comment such as, "Well, let me explain."
I would hastily respond, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
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xcited when my alien-lover greets me with a beer-saliva-spattering tongue, holds his muscle-bound, rib-protruding physique against mine, and sweetly inserts his beard and mustache remnants up my nostrils? How can I invite any potentially arousing moments in bed when all I can feel is another hard physique, replete with a forest of hairs in so many unmentionable places, and stiff, cement-like skin abounding? If any arousal is initiated and our well-endowed anatomical parts collide, comparable to a freeway-fatality accident, what then? Contrary to what nature or any deity may have created, we both must now, desperately substitute another anatomical cavity from each other, for the release of our alien, self-created tensions.