It seems cliche to chime in on this subject, especially as late as I am now doing it, but what do I care?
Recently the subject was brought up of gay marriage. Now, strictly speaking, I was not actually involved in said conversation, it was told to me in a third person conversation. “He asked me what I thought of…” You get it.
I understand that christians, and others of that type of theistic blindfold, have very serious moral objections to homosexuality. After all, it is written in their bible that it is an abomination! Of course, it also says it is an abomination to eat lobster, but we’ll leave those delicious creatures out of this for now. I understand that you have to rail against gays with every fiber in your being. And you can teach you children it is wrong if you wish, but let’s face it: if they’re gay, they’re gonna do gay stuff. Unfortunately, you may have created a monster with your recriminations. I am not here to tell what you should believe, nor will I infringe upon your need to live out your Frankensteinian fantasies about creating monsters. I would never tell you what to believe.
Nor should you.
You, as a theist, are not allowed to tell us how to run a society. Your church, no matter how big and ostentatious it is, should hold no sway over what we do in our society. I don’t care how rich your church is, you should not be in power. I mean, if you’re gonna look down your nose at Iran for being a theocracy, shouldn’t you try your best not to allow this country to be the same?
Yes, I know, once upon a time, marriage was a holy institution, and all that. But, come on, it really kinda isn’t anymore, is it? You scream at us that gay marriage is evil, and wrong. But I disagree. Logically, isn’t divorce evil? If marriage is holy, then shouldn’t divorce be thought of as evil? Besides, let’s be perfectly honest here, marriage was created as a misogynistic enterprise. It was a way for a man to own a woman. Or to own as many women as he could afford. Now, if marriage has changed since then, can’t it change again?
Whatever. Okay. Oppressive theists believe that gay marriage is wrong. Like Voltaire said, “I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it.” But you are not allowed to make laws in our secular world. If you do, then it’s only fair that we tax the shit out of your eyesore of a super-church.
For if you do make our laws, then shouldn’t it be okay for us to tell YOU what to believe? You came out of the church to tell us what to do, well then, we should be allowed to go into your church to tell you what to believe, right? First thing to go: creationism. Science proved that myth wrong a long time ago. Next, that whole Noah thing. Come on! Really?! Forty days and forty nights floods the world? it rains for MONTHS on end in the some rain forests, and they have yet to flood!
I know, it’s important to you to tell people what to with their lives, with that sanctimonious grin on your face, but I think you should have to pay a price for that. Let us godless heathens into your church and allow us to change your beliefs. Fair enough? Look, I know you think we’re all going to hell for siding with the gays. Fine. We’ll go to hell, or Oz, or Middle Earth. Whichever fictional fantasy land you want to condemn us to (can I go to Middle Earth)? Fine, condemn us. But allow us to make laws that we see as just and right. Then when you die… Well, unfortunately you won’t have a conscious mind to know that you were wrong, because as sure as there is no hell, there also is no heaven for you to look down upon us. Too bad. I kinda wish there was some kind of afterlife, just so you can see that you were wrong. At least then, I could be in Middle Earth trying to find another one of those rings so I can be king of that land.
At the end of it all, I have to say this about gay marriage: who the fuck cares?! Personally, I couldn’t care less who marries whom. I went to my friend’s wedding a couple years ago in Vegas. I’ve known this guy since I was fifteen. And to be honest, I was more excited about all the dough I won at the blackjack table than him marrying what’s-her-name.