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Rant: Gay Marriage from the Being Feminist FB page


Good Morning!

I’m Max!
I’m not a content creator for this page.
I’m a writer, the parent of grown children, a novelist, a transgendered guy, a feminist, a loud mouthed trouble maker, and an anime fan - among other things.

I hope all the people who left over JD’s post find their way back and bring some friends.

I am avidly pro gay marriage. I don’t agree with JD’s reasoning, but I see where it’s coming from and I could almost agree with it.

Humans are complicated beings. Pretty much every behavior we have ever had has had good and and bad impacts on various individuals.

Groups of humans self regulate by generating culture and normalized behaviors. We self homogenize over time. Individual water molecules do their own thing in their range, but the tides are still pulled by the moon towards the shore. For humans, our moon is our overall will to do what is right and have the approval of our peers.

My desire is for us to move towards equality being the right thing, freedom of choice, respect of diversity, empowerment of individuals, and personally, I’m really excited about space exploration and extreme longevity, but the species is diverse and there will always be people who want other things.

Restoring to individuals the right to choose their own mate empowers us, pulls us all towards freedom and respect shining a brighter light on the rest of the world, pulling behavior away from coercive and diminishing compliance that narrows all of our choices.

We must define ourselves. To do so we need freedom of choice.

So even if I wasn’t a bi-transsexual man, I’d support gay marriage.

Reading some of the comment thread on JD’s post...

Folk! The way to disagree with someone is to  present your own argument, not call names or shun someone because you disagree with something they said. When you call names, you diminish two people... the one you’ve just reduced from all they are to a few nasty words, and yourself because you couldn’t find a constructive way to present your own ideas.

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