WHAT world-changing difference could a same-sex union possibly make to the life of anyone else?
THE thought of having sex with a man doesn’t thrill me. Neither does having sex with animals, vegetables or minerals. However I’m not very concerned if others do. Although I think unless they can find a consenting animal then no one should be doing that. And what happens between a man and his eggplant in the privacy of their own crisper should remain private. Very private. Not even ever spoken of, really.
So I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to hold hands with a man. I don’t want to dress like a woman. I don’t want to be waxed all over and dance up Sydney’s Oxford Street in gold lame hot pants.
There’s many things I don’t want to do, including marry a man. I could no more marry a man than I could become a nun.
