Love comes naturally. Hatred is learned.
Everyone wants to be happy. It’s a basic human need.
As an heterosexual woman, my right to get married as never been questioned. My beliefs or practices aren’t put into account because I’m a woman engaged to a man. I cannot say the same of my eldest step son and I strongly oppose to anyone who thinks that marriage shouldn’t be available to him and his spouse. His relationship is just as valid as mine.
I was asked by a woman once, “If a man marries a man and women marries women, how can we produce children in the future? Who is our next generation?” First of all, there are plenty of heterosexual couples having children, as there are plenty of heterosexual couples who are not having children. That is a personal choice. Since we have an overpopulation issue at the moment, I wouldn’t worry about it so much. Secondly, there are other options for homosexual couples who desire to have biological children. Third, there are plenty of orphans who are waiting for loving parents to take them in.
I still remember when a cousin opened up about her relationship and I just smiled and congratulated her. She was surprised at my reaction. It was the same I would have had no matter who she said she was dating and I dream of a world where people won’t be surprised anymore. A world that cares more about happiness and relationships, then appearances.
Everyone deserves to be treated with the same dignity and respect as any other.
In July 2005, Canada became the fourth country in the world, after the Netherlands, Belgium, and Spain, to legalise same-sex marriages nationwide, but progress can be fragile. Even with marriages being accessible for over a decade, there is still a lot of people who aren’t comfortable with the idea of same-sex marriage. I don’t really understand why.
Same-sex marriage rights has been linked to a drop a drop in teen suicide. It isn’t a surprise that granting people human rights helps them feel better about themselves.
I know that we often say that people fear what they don’t understand. I grew up in a very small village, where most people looked exactly the same and everyone spoke the same language. One day, a little boy started at our school, he was the only one with blond hair and blue eyes and to top it all, he was speaking a foreign language. In the school yard, everyone wanted to be his friend. We wanted to learn more about the boy who was different. It wasn’t a reaction of fear and distancing, but of curiosity and caring. This is why I have much difficulty believing that fear and hate are natural responses.
What do you think? Is it natural to fear or hate what we don’t understand or is this something we learn?