I don’t usually post political manifestos or air these kinds of opinions, but . . . Look, unless I’m trying to sleep with you, I don’t care what your sexual orientation is. Doesn’t matter to me, doesn’t affect me at all, any more than your hair color, your eye color, your height. Whatever. Stash it. Go do your thing, and just . . . As they used to say on Hill Street Blues (I’m not *quite* that old, but my parents used to like it, and then we had to watch it for television class in film school): “Be careful out there.”
I also don’t believe your rights and privileges as a person should be predicated on your being heterosexual. Which means that I personally believe gay people should have just as much right to marry—really marry, more than just a “civil union” or whatever else they think of to call it. You can cry and tell me marriage is a biblical and religious institution all you like, and from a church’s standpoint that’s fine, but from a legal perspective—if we’re talking taxes and children and rights to visit in the hospital and anything else the church doesn’t have any right to dictate—then gay marriage should be legal. Churches that disagree won’t be required to perform these weddings any more than a rabbi would be required to officiate at a Catholic mass. So pipe down those organs already. It’s none of your business outside your own parish.
This is plain sense, isn’t it? I grew up in a religious household, I’ve heard the arguments, but I keep coming back to the simple bedrock of common sense. Personal feelings have nothing to do with it. Emotions have little place in lawmaking. Certainly prejudice has no place.
But that’s just me. And I’m not going to tell you what to think, either. Everyone has the right to an opinion, after all. This happens to be mine.