paramount, what about if you look at it from this angle. a nice young Gd fearing boy who is gay goes through conversion therapy and gets cured of his gayosity. he still has residual glimmers inside him that maybe he likes men, because women are not making him hard, but he does have a certificate of cure from his therapist that he is definitely not gay no more, so he figures once he is ina blessed Union with the right girl he’llbe able to get it on..
He is just dying to be a regualr fellow, so he does his duty to his mom and dad and marries a nice girl from the same church, but he’s still not feeling it. however, he really want kids so he jacks off inside his wife once a month or so, while thinking of all the good looking men at church, and thereby is able to reproduce in a standard nuclear family wih his clever strategy.
heck there’s probably some of these families around us here in temecula even!
That’s a “man and a woman” having a child, but is it really what you think is the ultimate criteria for judging the soundness of the family?
Is that really bound to be resulting in superior chidlren, than the same gay guy who is married to a man he loves, jerking off in the privacy of a doctor’s office, which doctor then manually implants the seed in the very same woman and has the exact same genetic children, but raised by a family that at least has the potential for deep, loving relationships? and at least isn’t based on fraud?
seems like pretty much the same process to me, justa different delivery system.
if we are going to ban gay marriage, i propose we limit the ban to marriages between gay men and straight women, or gay women and straight men. Clearly those are effed up.
or maybe not. maybe i’m being intolerant there too…maybe that’s the next edgy lifestyle…weird, wild, wet, wicked and wanton…that’s temecula, baby…living on the edge…
kinda reminds me of roseanne barr’s comedy about life on the edge…
A lot of stuff bugs me about being married and a lot of stuff bugs me about husbands y’know. Like when they all the time wanna talk to ya. I hate that. He comes in and says “Roseanne. Don’t you think we should talk about our sexual problems?” Like I’m gonna turn off Wheel Of Fortune for that. Put it on a gift certificate babe. ….. But you know what I think, I think husbands and the very best of men. There the Cadillacs of men. Cause at least they can make a commitment and deal with life. Not like these young bucks, they young warrior types. “Well Roseanne, I’m not ready to settle down, I’m living life of the edge of the fast lane.” Sure get in a relationship and face the real danger. Look a mortgage in the face for thirty years. You sky-diving wimps. But this bugs me the worst, it’s when the husband thinks the wife knows where everything is huh. Like they think the uterus is a tracking device. Cause he comes in and goes “Hey Roseanne, do we have any Cheetos left?” Like he can’t go over a lift up that sofa cushion himself.
