You best believe I mean love l-u-v.
If same-sex marriage is allowed, it is going to be nearly impossible to prohibit the sanctioning of any other kind of human “relationship”—from close relatives of different sexes who wish to marry (that has been outlawed because of biological and incest considerations) and polygamists to adult-child “marriage.”
Oh, Cal. Cal Thomas. You have no idea. Once our godless footsoldiers succeed in destroying heterosexual marriage, why, the sky’s the limit. Here’s a little of what I, myself, will marry on that happy, blessed day:
- “Flim,” by Aphex Twin (or, “Flying North,” by Thomas Dolby);
- the sensation of presque vu;
- Kahimi Currie;
- Queen Elizabeth (as portrayed by Miranda Richardson);
- just about anyone else, so long as they’re drawn by Paul Pope;
- the scene at the end of Rushmore at the cast party for Max’s latest play, when he signals to the DJ and everybody starts dancing in slow motion to that song they later tried to fuck up in a car commercial but just barely managed not to;
- and, apparently, Orson Scott Card.
(Advantage Johnzo. Pass it on.)
Don't you mean QE I?
Why, no! I was being—snarky! Yes, that's it! But since the joke so obviously fell flat, I'm going to—delete it! Of course! Ha ha ha!
And, as a sequel, Paul Pope is going to marry himself recursively an infinite number of times and collapse into an infinitely dense knot of self-adoration. Should be quite a party.