Good morning, Netizens…
This rerun of a David Horsey cartoon still bears careful consideration over the passage of time. It speaks to the ageless question, just what is marriage anyway? Of course Judeo-Christians quickly will assert that marriage is defined as a union between male and female; some may even go so far as to suggest said marriage is blessed by sex performed in the “missionary position”, as anything else is suspect.
However, as Dr. John Olson is often wont to say, there is a virtual village of “other” living in marital bliss out there who, as Horsey’s cartoon suggests, simply want to peacefully coexist with the sanctified world of married couples out there and be left the hell alone to their own devices.
My favorite tale outside the demarcation lines that define traditional marriage, involves the two ladies of lesbian persuasion who once lived on South Grand in Spokane. At first glance they appeared every bit as wholesome as any women in the 90’s might appear, both were buxom, tall enough to be imposing and yet very vivacious, well-educated and quite friendly, even to straight men and women. They just wanted to be left alone.
Their landlord, George, however, was a homophobic mean-spirited SOB who, until he learned of their “other” tendencies, was willing to leave them be, assuming they were both students at Eastern, which was true. However, during a routine stop to fix a leaky hot water heater, he discovered their “secret” and all deals were off.
George’s burly maintenance man, whose name eludes me for the moment, simply came in one afternoon uninvited and beat the crap out of them with a baseball bat, tore up their apartment and tossed their brand-new refrigerator across the kitchen and through a pantry door. This where the story would have ended in a different age and time, but one of the pair was studying pre-law and knew a good attorney.
This ugly incident cost George a private substantial damage settlement out of court and coincidentally a divorce, once his wife found out about George’s garish collection of pornographic pictures. One of his favorite themes, it seems, were of lesbian women. You no more can judge a book by its cover than you can the state of another person’s matrimonial bliss with a pair of binoculars.
Thus ends my object lesson of the day with thanks to David Horsey.