Gay Religion

When people refuse to accept one's choice in companionship and romantic love based on religious views, that is when love is a cunt. What ever happen to "love thy neighbor," anyway?

As she entered his hospital room, the television in the upper right corner flashed video footage of homosexual couples waiting to get marriage licenses. The CNN anchor could be heard adding commentary to the visuals.

“Isn’t it awful?” grandma questioned.

She walked from the foot of his bed to the left side, positioning her enormous body directly in front of me. Her lips were pursed, as they tend to be when she is displeased. Breathing heavily from a short walk, from the ICU waiting area to the space daddy was occupying, she waited for my reply.

“No,” I retorted monotone.

It was obvious that she had not expected me to respond as I did. Used to having her grandchildren comply with her beliefs, she was not sure what to say. A look of surprise crossed her face and, in my opinion, gave it an animation that agreed more with her than her previous expression had; a teary depressed look hardly benefits anyone.

She opened her mouth again, this time questioning my simple reply. “No, you say?”

“Right. There is no reason why they shouldn’t get married. They have just as much right as any. As long as love is present, then whose business is it to say that gay or lesbian marriage is wrong? To make such a big deal about sexual preference only proves that too many people have more than too much time on their hands.”

“Well,” she began, “It’s in God’s law that filthy matters such as those are wrong and should be forbidden.”

“God’s law is open to interpretation. Any good politician is well aware of that. The only reason why most choose not to officially declare homosexual matrimony lawful, is that they don’t want to lose votes. It is only with convenience that any lawmaker will use the word of God,” I explained.

Giving me a look of disgust, not only because of my views but also due to daddy’s request for my presence and not hers, grandma grew very silent. That was my goal and I succeeded once again. There is a guarantee that refuting God and grandma’s beliefs, all in the same instant, will be rewarded with endless silence. As luck would have it, I am the kind of girl that goes out of her way to quickly make speechless the God-fearing grandmother from Closed-Minded Hell.

Written back in 2004.