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Sunday, 10 November 2013

Marriage Equality

He stood in front of the judge. Trying his best to pull himself to his full length, trying his best to hold himself together.
Why could they not see, why could they not understand how he feels?

He had been with Daisy for 6 years. Together they had roamed the artificial fields the government had installed in their city when plants had become so endangered that they were only used to supplement the world's oxygen supply.
Together they had frolicked on the beach playing frisbee till the sun had set and the automatic reflective solar cell illuminators had come on, filling the sky with an orange-red hue, a pseudo-twilight that will keep night-time at bay till the sun rose the next day.
Together they had eaten, played, interacted. He had talked and she had listened. He had told her his dreams, his hopes, his fears, his beliefs.
And in her own unique way, he knew she understood, she felt, and without judging, she cared.
They could communicate in ways that he could not with anybody else.
And even though she could not talk, he knew she loved him.
He was hopeful because scientists were this close to cracking the code, this close to converting the electrical impulses from the speech center of the brain directly to a voice box which will allow thoughts to be directly vocalised, creating speech and by-passing the need for the human lips, tongue, teeth and palate.

Daisy would finally be able to talk.

And even if this did not happen in their own lifetime, individuals who are "mute" are allowed to get married, aren't they? The speech barrier should not be enough to prevent he and Daisy from getting married.

They would both never be able to procreate, the State litigator said. But 10% of conventional marriages, and 100% of gay marriages (which FINALLY became legal ALL OVER THE WORLD in september, 2156 after the Zimbabylonian Parliament passed the law by a 71% majority) are unable to procreate naturally, he countered.
Adoption is a viable option.

And he knows, instinctively, that Daisy would be a great parent. Was he not, after all, taken care of by Duffy, Daisy's mother, when he was a child? Did she not repeatedly risk her life for him? How can Daisy be anything but a replica of her own mother? He was completely sure that their adopted kids would love her and be safe with her.

And even if Daisy was unable to take care of children in the conventional way, offspring in single parent households have been shown scientifically to only have a marginal statistical difference in "well being" from those raised by same-sex partners. This difference is so negligible that it should not stand as a deterrent to one getting married to the one he loves even if the state does not consider her capable of being a legal parent or guardian.

She would die long before he did, they said. She's already rather frail, it can be seen.
But didn't they understand that it was better to love and to lose, than never to have loved at all?
Didn't they know that death was inevitable, unpredictable?
Didn't they know that though she may seem closer to death than he did, there was no REAL guarantee that she would die first?
Didn't they know how it felt to have the need, the desire to accomplish something before one dies? To make life feel like it was worth living?
Besides, where was it written that a male must marry someone younger than he is? Nowhere!

He had given himself up, he had told the court, for scientific studies. And thus far, they had found nothing wrong with him. They have not found a genetic difference, or a psychological disorder responsible for his choice of mate.
When it comes to love, he said, we can rationalise it all we want, biochemically titrate it all we choose, but it is something which can never be quantified, never be measured, never be predicted.

And this form of sexual behaviour is well documented in other animal species, he said, why not in humans? Are we not but the product of evolution? Is change not the only thing which is constant?
It is surprising, he thought, that the 40% of married couples in this day and age who would never have been allowed to get married 150 years ago, still consider his choice of a living, breathing being as his 'mate' to be "unnatural"!
Pot calling kettle black!
What gives them the right to call his own relationship inhuman and inhumane? To call it disgusting?
Everybody has a different threshold for disgust, and just because his relationship is unusual to most people does not give them the right to label it, or judge him.

It was not his fault that he just doesn't find people sexually attractive. He had kissed a boy once when he was 13. He spent the night throwing up and crying. It was an amazing revulsion which he didn't understand. His Dada and Daddy kiss in front of him all the time, but he just doesn't have the urge to be with another man like his parents do.

They were both entirely disappointed when he didn't have a date for Prom and he chose to skip it and go hang out with Daisy instead. He knew the school would NEVER let him take her into the dance. So they drove out into the fields that night. That was the first time they had sex. It was awkward at first because he didn't know how to put what where and when. She just had this sad look in her eyes like "what are you doing to me?" But even in the awkwardness, even that very first time, it was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced up till then.

And that first time opened the floodgates. She had even a higher libido than he did. She would suddenly trot over, slide onto his lap and start rubbing her groin against it. That was such a turn on for him. They would do it over and over for hours and hours. It was the best 2 years of his 18 year life.

Until the fateful night when Dada could not find his car keys and, searching for them, caught him and Daisy going at it in the garage.
The look his father gave him still haunts him.

That was what he was afraid of, the reason he stayed "in the closet" for so long.
He didn't want to disappoint his fathers.
And though Daddy forgave him, Dada never did.
Dada chose to call the police. And that put a heavy strain on their own relationship. Even till now. He looked back to see them both seated at opposite sides of the court room. Former partners now adversaries over the sexual choice of their adopted son.
He never wanted THIS.
Of everything else, this is what he would more than gladly reverse, he would hide his sexuality forever if it will prevent breaking up his fathers' marriage.

The judge had started to speak. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he had not noticed.
He believed in the Justice system of the Netherlands, the first country to ever legalise same sex marriage 200 years ago. But with all the recent crises and changes in the world, would they be liberal enough to grant his wish, to legalise this relationship which is not hurting anybody?
Would they be liberal enough to protect him from all the people who made fun of him, calling him "b!±€# lover"?
Would they protect him from being fired from the workplace, protect his right to obtain and hold on to lawful employment regardless of who or what he chooses to have sex or fall in love with?
Would they be liberal enough to allow him proclaim his love to the world, to be able to kiss his precious Daisy in public without being arrested, assaulted or lynched by close-minded people who could not stand to see them together, who could not appreciate love in whichever form it came?

There were a lot of people who have the same urges, the same desires as him, but had been scared to come out or speak out, afraid to be labelled.
So he was a solitary figure.
No human or animal rights groups on the sidelines cheering him on.
Like one of the slain Pop stars of centuries past, it was just him against the world.

His blood was rushing through his ears, deafening him as the judge spoke, all he could hear was an overwhelming hum, the room spinning as the judge's lips moved. Suddenly the judge raised his gavel and he heard it bang against the table, stunning him back to a reality of sorts. He saw Daddy jump up with a smile on his face, the whole court room in pandemonium.
The court warden released Daisy from her leash and she leaped and bounded towards him.

The court room TV came on as the Judge left for his inner sanctum, and he saw his own face on the television screen in real time, confusion giving way to contentment as Daisy licked the side of his face. News headlines splashed across the lower half of the screen:


LMAO! Was not what you expected, eh? I know y'all missed me, right?
Well, I just decided to write a story set in the future, which would go to say that human desires are diverse and insatiable and that almost anything can be considered completely justifiable once you put your mind to it.
The major question is
"where do we draw the line between right and wrong?"
Share your thoughts.

It's your boy,

Fly Fellow Y'all!


  1. What a load of unintelligent garbage! It wasnt even well written, and does nopthiong to put forward a valid argument against same marrige.

    To equate same sex marrige with bestiality is absolutely ludicrous as we are talking about two entirely idfferent species, where as with homosexuality we are talking about 2 members of the same species.

    1. I'm sorry you feel that way, anonymous. Especially with the manifold spelling errors you made in just 2 sentences.

      I spoke just the facts. Scientists have proven, in the same way that Homosexuality is common among animals, that "cross-specie mating" has occurred amongs animals, too.

      And the point, which you did "nopthiong" to dispute is that, people will always have appetites for something that deviates from the norm.

      How dare you feel your sexual "deviancy" is superior to their's? That is totally obnoxious and self-seeking!

  2. The desires of man is satiable, all we can hope for is direction. When we look to the sky, lofty higher instincts ... We all fly. when we turn to the shadows, yeilding to the base ... We go to hell . @anonymous thanks for drawing attention to how well the piece was written. Beyond the grammar being correct. It was a beautiful prose. An ode to hells angels.