The argument that somehow gay marriage threatens “traditional marriage” (what is traditional is a whole other
minefield topic) has never flown with me.
We all know “the couple that shouldn’t be married any more, and probably never should have gotten married, and probably shouldn’t have even dated or even gotten drunk/high and groped each other at that party.” We see them socially or at family get-togethers or we read about them in the tabloids (well, we accidentally see the headlines on the front of the tabloids while we’re waiting in line to pay for our 12 pack of light beer, condoms, and little chocolate donuts, we don’t really read tabloids, Pshaw!).
Every time we’re around them they bicker. And if they aren’t currently bickering it’s because they are in separate rooms, which is the result of some earlier bickering. They each complain to us separately about the other, often loud enough for the other one to hear anyway. It’s all sarcasm and backbiting (and not the good backbiting, no, the bad kind) and a never-ending toxic back and forth. Maybe when we’re not around, theirs is a torrid love affair, I wouldn’t know and I’m thankful in most cases that I’m not invited.
Their marriage doesn’t affect mine, not one bit. The fact that their marriage is a slow motion ride down a steep hill in a late model porta-potty doesn’t touch the ever-holy fucking sanctity of my marriage at all.
So how does a loving marriage between two people of the same sex who get along even a tad bit better, or even worse, affect my marriage?
(yeah, I know the argument that same sex marriage is an attack on “traditional marriage” comes from the sadly popular superstition that traditional marriage was invented by some god, but that’s bullshit that shouldn’t be taken seriously)