I don't care.
Over at Subrosa's there is heated discussion over whether gay marriage should be marriage and whether it should have a ceremony.
Well, whether Judaism, Christianity or Islam, the word of God is... 'Rule One - No pooftahs'.
'Rule Two - No mistreating the Goyem/Heretic/Infidel if there's anybody watching' but that's a different argument.
Look. If you're gay, religion doesn't like you. It says so in all their books. Very clearly. It doesn't like me either for different reasons, but at least it doesn't mention me quite so specifically. I don't go to Church or Mosque or the Jewish one or any of the others because I am an unbeliever. Not an atheist, an apathist. I am not going to berate anyone for their beliefs but I don't believe so if there is a God, I will have to do some fast talking in my last minutes.
I can do that.
I'm not gay. I hope to be heterosexual again one day, given the chance, enough booze and an extraordinarily short-sighted woman (preferably blind and not too fussy), but I have no interest at all in same-sex sex. I don't object to it, I just have no interest in participating.
So if gay people want to call it 'marriage' I can't see the issue. The Bible does not define the word, not really. It could be called 'wibbletime' or 'knackwhackery' or the pagan 'handfasting' or anything. All it means is that this person and that person promise to stay together and not poke their bits into anyone else, nor allow anyone else's bits to poke into them.
Perhaps it could be defined as 'unopokebittery' or something.
But really, I don't care. In fact I don't care so fervently I could be defined as a fundamentalist apathist. Get your logic gnashers into that one. We'd have a rally full of placards saying 'Ah...but...' if we could be bothered.
The only thing that gets my hackles raised here is that government think it's their business to define who can whip their whacker into whose sump plug and that they have to have a licence for it. Oh, and pay for it. It's nothing more than a whipped-up and delightfully delinquent way to enforce a gay tax. Oh yes, suckers (no pun intended, no really, oh okay, just a bit) you'll notice it didn't cost you anything to stay together in the past, but now it does.
There have always been gay people of both genders and always will be. I know the religions don't like it and I know of extraordinarily unattractive men who back up to the wall when a known 'shirt lifter' enters the room, as if they were the gay version of Kate Bush rather than the clay version of Gollum but hey, those gay people have been there since the dawn of Man and they'll be there at the sunset. Probably criticising the colour scheme while the rest of us run about screaming.
They leave me alone. I've been in gay bars and never been propositioned once. This is not necessarily an ego-enhancing thing. Okay, I'd say 'no thanks' but look, it would make me feel better if someone at least asked, okay? There is no danger and I'd buy you a pint, you fussy girlie bastards. Just because I have no muscles and no tan and look like Davros with a hangover...
I digress. All the gay people we are to be terrified of have never once troubled me in half a century of babbling and bumbilng about the planet. I have met the blatantly camp (who are, let's be honest here, almost always really witty and funny apart from Julian Clary) and met those who Opened the Closet and got the answer 'Nah, you're just pissed'. I have no idea which of my current circle of friends might be gay and don't care. I do not have a 'friend application form' but my fictional world does, and it does include both 'gender' and 'gender identification' boxes.
In my list of things to worry about, gay people are, I'm sorry to tell you Stonewall, right at the bottom. I am not concerned about you at all. You gay people have never troubled me and in fact, only seriously interacted with me once in 1981 and I am still laughing about that to this day. I was plastered and it was hilarious and a certain guy from Solihull still, I bet, wakes up sweating. Yes, you, Simon. Are you gay?
So gay people want to be declared husband and hole or hole and wife. Why does anyone at all care? It is no different to the lifetime commitments made by birds, dogs and deer. Should they be called marriage? Why not? Many species we regard as beneath us will pine themselves to death when a partner dies, while we cash in the insurance and take a holiday. Are we superior? In what sense?
Gayness is not a human thing. Gay finches, gay ruminants, it's everywhere, but not in my house. I live, unfortunately, in a shagless zone and while I have no objection to gay sex, you are not getting any under a roof where I don't want any. So there. You can smoke here but no parting of the gluteus, and I really must design some signs.
Really. Why does it matter to anyone, religious or not, if two people want to be together?
If it wasn't for the taxes and the government's interference, and Stonewall's insistence on paid licencing, nobody would even know.