Awaiting the arrival of the March for Marriage on the steps of the Supreme Court (taking place as I write this), I was thrown into the mix with a “colorful” crowd. My observations were numerous, relatively alarming, and enlightening. I didn’t learn anything about the pro-gay marriage group I didn’t already know, but my eyes were opened wider.
One of the first things I overheard while milling about through the rainbows was a conversation between a man and a woman. The man was explaining that he had a best man and a maid of honor, or two or three of each, or something, at his same-sex nuptials. “That’s the nice thing about gay weddings,” he laughed. “You can do whatever you want.”
His statement was revealing. Marriage is a tradition, the purpose of which is to unite two partners of the opposite sex for the procreation of children, who, under the sacred union of their parents, would have a stable family life and upbringing. The purpose of gay marriage, it would seem, is to take a hallowed tradition and alter in it such a way that it is no longer marriage at all. It’s like a woman insisting that she be permitted to enter an all-male club. The all-male club ceases to possess its definition once the circumstances that made it “all-male” are eroded. I find it interesting that the anti-gay marriage people call their movement a “March for Marriage,” without qualifying the fixed term with a word like “traditional.”
Homosexual relationships are notoriously short-lived. Do gays really want to be married? Or do they just want what they’ve been told they can’t have, and to degrade traditional society? The pro-gay marriage people I just encountered were proudly depraved. One man (I believe it was a man, at least) was prancing about in a red, fishnet leotard in stiletto heels with a rainbow tutu around his waist and devil horns on his head. Mostly everyone there was pierced or dyed or otherwise mutilated in some way that did not betray a confidence or love of self. I challenge anyone to visit the “equality” group and find five among them who are traditional-looking.