With the passing of Amendment 1, my Facebook feed has been flooded with reactions. Voter intimidation: One family held close as they cast their ballot while protestors yelled, “homosexual marriage endangers children!”
Miss Universe: A laudable honorific. Mistress of not just our lowly solar system, but intergalactically so, outranking even Miss Whirlpool Galaxy and Miss Omega Centurai. Reigning over the totality of matter and energy, Miss Universe reaches across the darkness to gather stars for her astronomical tiara.
Issuing a sex panic over the last several years, National Geographic published a spate of articles with titles such as “Female Fish Develop ‘Testes’ in Gulf Dead Zone,” “Sex-Changing Chemicals Found in Potomac River,” “Mercury Poisoning Makes Birds Act Homosexual,” “Animals’ Sexual Changes Linked to Waste, Chemicals,” that connect pollution to the undermining of sexual differences.
My dictionary teaches me that marriage is 1) a formal union recognized by law, 2) a combination or mixture of two or more elements. Don’t you just love recombinant forms? Romeo and Juliet, warring sides joined by love. Species hybridize, becoming more than themselves. I think marrying differences is living well.
A love affair broke out between a transsexual woman — male to female — and a transgender man — female to male.