Having been out of high school for a marvelous four years, I’ve seen several (too numerous to count whilst feeling as though I’d been productive with my time) of my former classmates go on to make babies and enter into the “sacred bond of marriage.”
I’ve spoken vehemently against marriage for years now, so there’s really no reason to rehash the subject in great depth. I’ll say, though, that those who defend marriage haven’t been able to offer me much in the way of intellectual reasoning as to why marriage is such a necessary part of life—it ultimately boils down to, “It’s just a nice thing to have.” Infer from this what you will.
I suppose that, ultimately, as Kerouac writes in Scripture of the Golden Eternity, “It doesn’t matter what you do. Rest and be kind.” However, I do recognize that while “life is but a dream,” that in itself is all the more reason to be vigilant in making decisions which ensure your freedom—freedom to exercise your senses as you wish, without being bound to moral codes and marriages of any sort—because life is a dream and therefore we should be wild and never weary of joy, despite the fact that society dictates what constitutes the differences between “adult” and “childish” behavior—despite the fact that some women literally walk around and judge a man’s maturity by whether or not he still wears “concert shirts”—and all the other ridiculous stipulations which affect the ordinary person’s judgment. I don’t trust that a person of this sort, who possesses an extensive list of petty requirements, has the selflessness required to engage in a mutually satisfying successful relationship, or, moreso, to advise another human life. At a certain point it’s about satisfying your own personal blueprint, about trying to Frankenstein your perfect lover into existence.
In this particular case, the notion of people in their early twenties playing house seems especially slack-brained because, with any hindsight, we’ve witnessed the colossal fuck-ups of our parents’ generation—self-absorbed, unfulfilled, co-dependent, non-individuals who did exactly what was expected of them and ended up being, as far as I’m concerned, the biggest deadbeat collective in recorded history.
“at this point in my life i only wanna go to gay weddings. further more not only do i think gay people should be able to get married, i think ONLY gay people should get married.”
You make a great point. The truth is, the average gay person is probably far more qualified to sustain a mutually satisfying relationship. Gay people have always been marginalized to the outskirts of society and are therefore more sensitive, apt to listen, whereas the ordinary heterosexual tends to take his/her privileges for granted.
I just saw someone write, in defense of conservatism, “there sure as hell doesn’t need to be anyone teaching 5 year olds in kindergarten about homosexuality.”
Yeah, why should children be exposed to the realities of their species, especially in an establishment whose sole purpose is to educate?
I understand that in theory the notion of teaching kindergartners about sexuality of any kind seems strangely pedophilic, but such is a ridiculous spin put on the issue by those whose need for control leads them to infect the world with this sort of hate-speech, determined to keep things exactly as they’ve been for decades. But, I assure you, nobody’s going to be teaching your kid about anal sex. Really, that’s just homophobic hysteria.
Clearly, there’s been a glitch in education for decades. In some cases, our parents, and/or our grandparents have seen homosexuals as some kind of an inferior race which needs to be destroyed, or, at best, as a kind of mystery. They say, ensuring that they’re not accused of bigotry, “I have gay friends,” but they’ll never attend a gay wedding because it disgusts them to see two men kiss. Even if they logically understand that we’re all made of the same stuff, there’s still some conditioning deeply ingrained.
Anyway, if you were gay, would you hold the same opinion? Probably not. So, then, what makes your perspective “the way.”
Is it that you think you’re superior?
Something like that.
