Dear Mr. VP,
For essentially as long as I can remember, and probably before that, homophobes have argued that homosexuality is confusing to children, and further, that if we allow men to marry men, we’re headed right down the slippery slope to men marrying river otters or cheese wheels or the planet Neptune. Where will it stop!
I was witness to some of this confusion this evening, and I have to tell you — it still hasn’t changed my mind about gay marriage and acceptance of LGBT relationships.
G and I listened to John Oliver’s book tonight, during a rousing round of Exploding Kittens. When it got to the end, G asked, “Boys can marry boys?”
“Yup!” I said brightly. “You can marry whoever you love.”
“Okay, then, mama. I’m going to marry you.”
Me: “Well, you can’t marry people in your own family. That’s sort of against the rules.”
G: “But I love you and I’m going to live with you forever.”
Me: “Someday you’ll be in love with someone else and you’ll probably feel differently.”
G: “No I won’t.”
James Dobson, if he were to read this interaction, would just die where he was standing. I, however, as an adult with a functioning brain, understand that G will grow up to be able to separate “marrying someone I love romantically” from “marrying my mother” and will not suffer some lifelong confusion, because these are two wildly different concepts. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see this.
Anyway, I have to tell you. I want to read Charlotte’s book, but I don’t want to give your family my money, I don’t want to be seen taking it out of the library, and I’m afraid I’ll be spotted if I try to read it stealthily in Barnes and Noble. This is quite a dilemma.
Perhaps you could send me a complimentary copy. It feels like the least you can do.