Tell me why I can’t marry the man of my dreams. I want to know. I am tired of this circular argument. I am tired of feeling your hate when I have done nothing other than perhaps having been born. Is that my crime? Being born gay. Really? Is that your argument?
You take the words of a desert tribe who lived in caves for the word of a god. I’ve got news for you. There is no god. Freedom of religion should include freedom from religion. If you choose to believe in absurd notions of winged creatures that speak, burning bushes that issue edicts, virgin births, transfigurations, coming back from the dead and rising into the heaven that’s your own delusion. I didn’t choose my sexuality. It came with me and I am tired of not having you believe me or the 10% of humanity that’s telling you the same thing across the centuries no less. Homosexuality has always been with us and as long as you keep breeding it’s likely to be. God doesn’t make homosexuals, heterosexuals do.
So why, why can’t I?