Sleep Before Waking

Let’s start this post with a listen to the immortal words of a woman who was voted into office by her ‘peers,’ then I will share my thoughts.

Well, where to begin.

The issue of gay marriage in this country is not, or more aptly, should NOT be determined on whether or not YOU want a wiggling penis in your rectum. It is not about your opinion, positive or negative on the idea of two men engaging in their own excrement penis wiggling.

The point to gay marriage is – YOU Nancy Elliott enjoy taking your husband’s penis to your feminine regions, in theory. Were the state to tell you that you were no longer allowed to call that man your husband BECAUSE you like the penis, you’d have a fucking problem with that, wouldn’t you? Hell, you might even enjoy taking a cock to the jaw. Well, good for you Nancy, because if that is the case, despite that being against the bible, I bet you’re getting laid too often to be even mildly troubled by other people’s bedroom activities! Oh wait…shit.

Ok, obviously Nancy Elliott doesn’t like cock to the jaw either. Well christ, what does she like? Crocheting, 60 Minutes, smearing peanut butter on her hoohah and letting the doberman lick it off? Doesn’t matter what she likes, because lucky Nancy Elliott isn’t under the gun here.

Gay Marriage is about a person’s right to love whoever they want and be acknowledged and accepted for it. In some parts of the world, young girls are forcefully circumcised so they can’t physically enjoy sex, some are beaten to death by their families for pursuing love with a man their father doesn’t approve of – anyone think Nancy Elliott would cry foul at such oppression of these girl’s inalienable human rights? Oh I bet you fucking money she would. She might even be the first to cry foul if peanut butter licking dobermans were on the block. Perhaps that’s worth standing up and fighting for. But if the person being denied their sexual and emotional freedom isn’t a straight woman, it’s NOT.

When a man is told he doesn’t have a right to love his partner the way millions of other men do, because a woman and complete stranger named Nancy doesn’t like a penis in her rectum, (though I doubt she’s tried it) I’m inspired to call Nancy a sheep-biting doorknob-riding shrew and ask that her political status be short lived.

And on the subject of homosexual intercourse being taught in schools, how dare anyone speak ill against it when they are pro heterosexual education. Young grade school girls aren’t learning the proper technique to take a cock to the jaw in classrooms (much to Nancy Elliott’s every boyfriends chagrin), they are learning the bare bones, the troubles, effects, and dangers of the sex act. As a result, the schools are giving the children a forum in which to ask questions and be answered. The cock to the jaw techniques are taught in their Gossip Girl novels and in the locker room. Who is Nancy to say young men and women who have questions about homosexual sex, something they might by birth be prone to prefer, shouldn’t have the same safe forum in which to question. Apparently she’d rather they learn that in the locker room as well.

If young people have a thorough education of sexual preference and the anatomy behind its consummation, whether it be hetero or homo, it helps to break down the taboo and keep them from exploring the subject with the dirty latchkey kid down the street. Whether my daughter be straight or gay when she comes of age, I will answer her questions because I love her and I want her to always feel that she can find her answers in safety and acceptance, rather than seek them in shame. A generation of people taught at a reasonable age that some people prefer their relationships with those of the same sex and some with the opposite would result in a generation of strong, healthy, socially accepted “Out” gay men and women, and a generation of broad minded and inclusive straights. Men and women who won’t need to make sourpuss faces while they talk about excrement penis wriggling in Town Hall meetings.

In conclusion, go suck a cock, Nancy Elliott. Despite my knowledge that you will disappoint the recipient, it might do you good.