First of all, my apologies for not posting sooner; I am doing this at lunch at work right now. My keyboard at home is busted…the q,w,e,r,t and y keys do not work, and even trying to post something the would suggest that my keyboard was not working and I would be back resulted in total gibberish. Hence the long Fourth of July weekend delay.
Anyway…
Jack Batty
“… me … Brad Pitt … three gallons of canola oil … and four hours of hot monkey sex … what’s that do for ya?”
A severe case of the willies, but it doesn’t make me want to march in the streets in protest.
Polycarp
“I’m probably inviting you to a flamefest – but would you consider discussing why you have that visceral reaction? I think all but a few people here are willing to listen to reasoned argument even if we disagree with the premises it’s based on.”
Flamefest indeed, because I don’t think this is a topic, like that of using the word fat, that people are willing to discuss reasonably. There is simply too much emotion and societal impact/history/whatever involved.
Why do I have a visceral reaction? Dunno; it is, after all, a visceral reaction, one that is not reasoned and considered. Prior to about 1984, I had had no interaction with gays at all (and please…don’t give me that reply that I did, but just didn’t know about it. Let’s not get sidetracked on minutae and semantics, OK? I KNOW that I probably met some gay people, but they didn’t let on or tell me, etc. But I didn’t have any interactions with them AS GAYS). I was in Champaign, Illinois at a local bar on Green Street when a guy came to my table and asked me to dance. A simple enough request, but I have to tell you that I was stunned. The details are kind of fuzzy, but I recall politely telling him, no thanks…and then practically running out the door. I have been “hit on” often enough since then that it makes me wonder what sort of vibes I’m giving out. I have gotten to the point where I can look him right in the eye and say, “No thanks, I’m not gay.” and move on.
With my skin crawling all the time.
Can I come up with a rational explanation? Probably not. The closest that I can come up with is the simple biological fact that the human species is designed to reproduce with the union of a man and a woman. A man and a man, or a woman and a woman will not produce a child. Period. Two men can adopt a child or two woman can either adopt or carry a child to term via artificial insemination, but in any case that child, at the core, is produced by the union of a man and a woman.
There are probably plenty of arguments by gays countering this idea, but what I’m trying to do is put forth a possible idea as to why I get this visceral reaction.
There is that saying that while I may not agree with your opinion, I will defend to the death your right to express it. Or something like that. Perhaps one day I CAN “Be a truly fine human being and be in favour of gay marriage despite that crawly feeling.”, PriceGuy, but right now, all I can do is re-iterate what I said before, that I consider marriage as a union between a man and a woman.
Disclosure: I am getting married August 18th to a very wonderful woman. Does this influence my feelings as to what I have just discussed?
dunno
:shrug: