I am listening to the radio this morning and fuming whilst a succession of otherwise intelligent and educated people tie themselves in knots trying to argue against gay marriage.
Although there is some comedy value in hearing a bunch of otherwise disturbingly repressed individuals - Ann Widecombe and a whole bunch of more-catholic-than-thou Anglican clergymen in particular - so obsessed with sex.
Because their main argument is that gay marriages are not about procreation. Even if gay couples can adopt and provide a stable and loving environment for a child they can't - and you can almost hear these repressed homophobes choking on their own priggishness as they say it - have 'proper sex'.
To quote Fawlty Towers - the psychiatrists would have a field day with that lot.
To quote Fawlty Towers - the psychiatrists would have a field day with that lot.
As a determinedly unmarried heterosexual (because as Shakespeare's Brutus says honest men don't need to take vows), I will be cheering on from the side lines when the House of Commons drags the marriage laws into the 21st Century.
But mostly I will be reading Engels' 'Origins of Family, Private Property and the State' and reminding myself where all this nonsense comes from.
But mostly I will be reading Engels' 'Origins of Family, Private Property and the State' and reminding myself where all this nonsense comes from.
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