If you are one of those people who believe that gays and lesbians should not be allowed to marry because it would destroy the institution of marriage, then logically, you must believe that two men or two women cannot possibly feel genuine love for each other the way you feel a heterosexual male and female would. If you felt that two men or two women could be completely and exclusively devoted to each other, it seems to me, allowing such people to be wed, regardless of their gender, wouldn’t seem to damage in any way an institution designed to bond loving couples together for the rest of their lives.
So with that assumption, it sounds as if those who oppose gay marriage on that ground are really saying that homosexuals aren’t interested in living a moral lifestyle, but rather only want to mock marriage. The long battle that has already been fought to get gay marriage accepted and the years of fighting in the future that it will probably take before mainstream America is willing to acknowledge gay marriage is worth it, because a good practical joke is always worth a lot of effort, right?
To put it another way, those who oppose gay marriage under the guise of wanting to protect the institution of marriage itself must believe that gays are only out to marry for all the wrong reasons.
Dateline: Toronto (via Drew.) Two men have decided they want to marry. (In Canada, gay marriage is legal.) One groom is 56. The other is 65. They are best friends. They also happen to both be straight!
You read right.
“There are significant tax implications that we don’t think the government has thought through,” one of the men told the Toronto Sun. The tax benefits to marriage aside, they insist that they don’t want their pending nuptials to insult gays and lesbians.
It should insult gays and lesbians in exactly the same way that heterosexual couples should be offended by a man and woman who do not love each other but who get married to avoid deportation or to exploit other legal or financial loopholes. That is a threat to the institution of marriage because that’s not what marriage is supposed to be about.
Marriage is supposed to be about love. It’s supposed to be about commitment. It’s supposed to be about devotion between the two people who enter into it. People of all races, religions, and orientations are capable of those emotions.
Marriage is not supposed to be about financial considerations; money plays a part in everything whether we like it or not. But it shouldn’t be the only reason and certainly not the first consideration.
Which does more harm to the institution of marriage? Two people who love each other and want to spend the rest of their lives together actually being able to be married, or two people who are just friends who want to get a tax break?
You know the answer, don’t you?
While we’re on the subject, I found this over at Aunt Nub‘s.
Read it. Think about it. If you’ve already read it, read it again. Put yourself in these places. I wouldn’t want to be treated that way…would you?
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in
another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found
out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Sometimes it’s good for us to walk in other people’s shoes. Sometimes a taste of what others goes through makes us think twice about prejudices. You don’t have to agree with everything someone does to be able to treat that person like a fellow human being. I wish everyone would be willing to give compassion a try.