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Number 506, June 14, 2004

Kalidasa (B.C 170-?)


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“‘Let’s stay out of it,’ she said. ‘It isn’t any of our business.’

“I hunted for my Chiclets but couldn’t find them. ‘It might be everybody’s business,’ I said, ‘every patriot’s.’”

—James Thurber, “The Lady on 142,” in The Thurber Carnival


Natural versus unnatural

 

An argument frequently heard against homosexuality, and, by extension, homosexual marriage, is the one that begins, “It’s not natural…”

 

Those who use this argument often confuse what’s natural or “what nature intended” with what they accept or are comfortable with.

 

For instance, today’s strains of soybeans, corn, and wheat are not natural either, but imagine a world without them. They have been bred and crossbred, selected for favorable traits, and bred again. Left to nature, they quickly return to the wild strains they came from. Thus, what we eat from the modern farm does not exist in nature. As a matter of fact, little farm produce exists in nature. But it doesn’t stop perfectly sane people from accepting it, even, on occasion, calling it a natural product.

 

In the same way, what, exactly, is natural about a television, a microwave oven, an SUV, a communications satellite, or a “What Would Jesus Do?” thermal lunchbox?

 

While those who argue gayness is not natural might accept and advocate such practices as the death penalty, war on other nations, and grinding the poor under heels of class and wealth, they won’t accept two human beings fulfilling sexual fantasy or showing affection if they happen to be of the same sex—a practice, by the way, that kills and maims far fewer people than capital punishment, war, or poverty.

 

Sadly, war, murder, and rape are natural to humans in that they are acts humans perform on one another and have since either Adam got kicked out of the Garden or Charley the Austrolopithicine raised his head above the grasses of the Transvaal plain (depending on whether you believe the Bible or Darwin).

 

That these war and the like are natural, however, does not make them good. War, for instance, and all the ugliness that comes with it, are very human things. To distance ourselves, we call war and its atrocities inhuman, imagining that we are not capable of killing, mutilating, or destroying en masse. Still, who but humans can be inhuman and inhumane to one another? And who but those who send emissaries to do killing (i.e., armies, special forces, paratroopers, marines, etc.) are responsible?

 

Granted, humans aren’t the only species to protect and acquire territory, fight off intruders and predators, and take sex violently from one another. But the species does it in such human ways—guns, knives, chloroform—each of which is a product of technology (tool making), and none of which is possible without the development of the opposable thumb.

 

And few would argue that advances in technology are refinements. It is, after all, much easier to slaughter and eat another animal with a knife. The flip side is that a knife makes it much easier to slaughter and eat another human.

 

The deviation from gayness as natural or unnatural in my argument is only to make a point. Two humans, having sexual relations with one another, can hardly be unnatural. The argument that procreation is not involved in homosexuality, and therefore, homosexuality is unnatural is an illogical and emotionally steamed aside. Humans are the only animals who have sex for no other reason than to have fun at it, show affection for one another, and to barter, trade, and exhibit power—or not.

 


June

By Philip Miller

 

The month of the twins—

of double pleasures and double sins;

of vows said (and unsaid): the double bed,

or the queen or king for pairs

of all sizes to repair upstairs,

but where couples catch on soon

there's only one June moon

to watch through the window,

only one set of eyes, one perfect row

of pearly teeth to nibble,

the same old mate

to share each other's fate,

with whom to quibble

for life, to honor and appease,

that the two of them are Siamese,

and where they attach

there's a catch

that can be snapped, of course,

only with a June divorce.

 


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