So. It’s Midsumma here in Melbourne and Stephen Fry got married this week. This calls for a celebration. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a fairly open, liberal-minded individual with a penchant for gin and tonic and German football players.
Making a post about homophobia is hardly controversial – unlike getting a neck tattoo. Apart from the two events I mentioned above, a prompt for this post was that a ol’ good friend of mine came out a year ago yesterday. This took some guts but also the loss of his family and a home due to his parents’ religious beliefs. But he’s extremely happy being true to himself and living with his partner. Although he half-heartedly jokes around when seeing happy nuclear families on the street, to him nothing beats the fact that he excels at being inherently fabulous and has double the wardrobe.
I have a few friends that say that they are religious and have gay friends but would hate for their future children to come out as being such. Unfortunately for my children they will have it far worse. I don’t care if they are straight, gay, French or accountants – they better give me grandchildren. I’d be the greatest granny on the planet and no offspring of mine will deprive me of the opportunity to embarrass them in front of their progeny.
Now, during my year of trying to find spirituality, I’ve done a fair share of reading of holy books. Old Leviticus has a whole lot to say on the subject. Please correct me if I’m wrong, but last time I checked, he also deplored the consumption of pork, shrimp and other shellfish. He also restricted shaving your beard, cutting hair and wearing clothes made of more than one type of material.
So to the politicians and Leviticus Ecclesiasticus Meticulous Mucus Incubus Gonococcus Society (or LEMMInGS for short – because all organised hate groups need to have a kitschy name); unless you live by ALL of these biblical practices, you cannot possibly use old bible verses as an excuse to make vicious comments about people loving each other, no matter who they may be.
In short ladies and gents, it’s much healthier for you and society to just come right out and say that bum sex irks you. I’m looking at you Putin.