I want to be a lesbian

Yesterday I attended my first civil ceremony, or Gay wedding if you like.

I didn't get round to writing anything about it last night due to over indulgence in very straight red wine and slightly gay champagne.
First off, I have to say, I come from small town Scotland and we don't have any people of that persuasion up there. I had never met any one who 'gets on the other bus' until I settled in England.
That being said, you might think I could have some hang up's or phobias or the likes ,you know, coming from a place where there are definitely no gays. And equally the opposite would apply to big town dwellers where all would be accepted as part of the diversity found in a multi cultured, liberal society.

So, imagine my surprise when I had to tell people at work why I was taking time off, at the titters and sniggers there were.
This made me cast my mind back to recent radio features I'd heard ( and the ones from when civil partnerships were first introduced) and how public opinion is so split on matters of personal sexuality and lifestyle choice.
I remember how people phoned in to vent there spleen and quote from the bible and how 'angry of Tunbridge Wells' spoke of outrage and fire and brimstone.

Well here's the rant you may have been expecting.
You may, if you are straight Anglo Saxon, Protestant and anally retentive, think you have the right to criticize or have an opinion on how a section of society, live there lives. You may think , given how straight you are, that the only relationship that is 'right' is one between a man and a woman. You are wrong.

The civil ceremony is in my opinion ( and I may not always be right, but I'm never wrong) long overdue for people to publicly express there commitment to each other.
The one I attended yesterday was a honor to attend. Every one there witnessed two people who love one another , pledge there future to each other in a way that's been too long in coming.

It really doesn't matter what bits fit into where, or if you wear a vest or a bodice, or if you like lemon or pink, or even if you walk 'a bit funny' , if more people were like my friends , the world would be a happier, more pleasant place.

ps.

At the celebration meal afterwards, I ate a gay mans cheese. How's that for a small town Scotsman.


This rant is not intended to cause accidental offence to Anglo Saxon, anally retentive small minded eyebrow raisers. It's deliberate.