Anti-marriage protection week meme
Oct. 13th, 2003 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessA brilliant meme by snakebait
So I cobbled something together - snippets from three of my fics. They ARE canon - but they're future canon for the most part. (Darren's still in a coma and Sitharensor and Ilatheril have been together about a week. At least Father Michaels is current)
And I dearly hope that by the time I incorporate them into the stories they'll need severe editing because gay marriages will be legal.
{and the chances of me getting all this HTML right is so on the far side of remote}
[Edit count: 1]
“Darren... Darren... are you sure this is a good idea?”
“How can you doubt?! I love you Rick. I adore you with every piece of my heart, from the bottom of my tainted soul. You have given me the strength to face the darkness, the power to endure against fear, death and family. You are my life Rick, for I cannot live without you.”
“Of course I aren’t doubting you! Marrying, or civil union, or shit, whatever you want to call it, is a dream come true. Yeah, I know it’s corny, but there is no wish more important to me - not even that bottomless espresso mug I’m trying to make.”
“From you that’s almost a declaration of undying love.”
“Shit, Darren, I love you more than caffeine, what more can you want?”
“Then how can you be against this? Being able to say we’re together, forever in every way to the whole world. Yes, even to have that stupid bit of paper that says we’re legally married. I want it, Rick.”
“Yeah, I get it Darren. Without that bit of paper we’re just a couple of queers mucking about. But we can’t, Darren. It’s not legal!”
“Not legal! And why not? A man can marry a woman for the right to a bloody green card! You can even order a wife by post from a foreign country! Perfect strangers can marry for the tax breaks, so long as they’re heterosexual. And we have the organised marriages, the forced marriages, people who marry because they got pregnant by accident. All of it legal. We live together, we love each other. We share the same bed, the same life and we’ve been through more together than most developing nations have had to endure! But because we’re both male, we can’t marry!”
“I know... it’s wrong. We should change it, but this isn't the way!”
“Why not?”
“Darren! You can’t kill every homophobic lunatic who opposes gay marriage!”
“I’m not going to kill them all... just the loud ones.”
“Darren. Put down that talk show host. I mean it!”
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“And by the power vested in me, I now declare you... wife and wife! You may each kiss the other bride.”
“Father Michaels! How da-”
“Be silent, fool! You want to talk? Come with me...”
“What- let go of me, how...”
“You can rant your bigotry all you wish, but you will NOT ruin their day. Now talk. Quick, the good lord saw fit to be sparing in patience when granting my virtues.”
“This is inexcusa-”
“I said quick, child. There is a new couple awaiting my congratulations.”
“How can you marry them!? You are a priest. You are supposed to uphold morality!”
“Morality? If this is immoral, then I seem to have forgotten the meaning of the word. Look, child, look.”
“At what?”
“Out of the window, come look.”
“It’s just the city. I’m not here to sightsee, I... UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT.”
“Come see and hear. Anyone as loud as you needs to learn to listen to those you shout at. Look. What do you see?”
“It’s still the city.”
“Then you do not look far enough, or deep enough. I see a singly mother, crying. She is tired after working in her second job. And she cries, for even though she works every hour God sends, she still may not have enough money to pay the rent. At the same time, I see a man. A man wearing a suit that costs more than everything that young mother owns. A man eating pate and drinking wine that cost more than she spends on food for herself and her child in a month. This, I call immoral.”
“Bu-,”
“I see children forced onto the street, snared by vices that control them, they are given no hope, no help, and no way out. They sell themselves to predators that stalk them with cash, never knowing if the next one will bother to pay, if the next one has a disease that will kill them, or if the next one has... darker pleasures. They never know, but they offer themselves still, because they have no choice. This, I call immoral.”
“Fathe-,”
“In the church I see two women whose love is fierce and joyous to see. I see two women willing to fight society, fight their families, fight every bigoted law and prejudiced ‘moralist’ to be together. I see something more beautiful than I can describe, something so pure, so wonderful that the word ‘love’ is a paltry description for it. And they want to declare that love and their eternal dedication to each other for all the world to see and hear and know. This, you call immoral.”
“But it is! It is abomination! The-,”
“Maybe it is. Maybe you are right. But if it is immoral, I pray every day that dawns that I shall never become a moral man. And pray in equal measure that I remain a good one.”
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“Y’know, Sitharensor, I’m surprised you people go for this kind of thing.”
“That was almost a complete sentence, Ilatheril. Well done. Unfortunately, the ability to express yourself clearly is still sorely lacking.”
“Smart arse. I meant, oh pedantic one, I’m surprised you Seelie are up for this”
“Pedantic? I am impressed. Or have you purchased another calendar? ‘up for’ what, pray tell?”
“Marriage, fool. Or didn’t you notice the whole court turfing out for our anniversary?”
“We have been married a year, and you have only just thought to ask? But I still do not understand your question. Of course we believe in marriage! My house has been making political marriages for millennia. The weddings of the sidhe are legendary. And what could be more Seelie, than declaring your eternal devotion to your beloved?”
“Barring the odd bit on the side.”
“With the occasional exception of a royal consort, yes. Love, honour, devotion, beauty and purity. These are the foundations of the Seelie court. Surely even the Unseelie know this?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know you’re guys party lines. I’m not talking about marriage, I’m talking about OUR marriage.”
“Marriage between the Seelie and Unseelie courts? It is hardly unprecedented Ilatheril, my great great great aunt married a-”
“Balor’s Eye, Sith, it’s been a year and you’re still dense! I mean that were both men! You guys should really look at that inbreeding thing.”
“If the question is foolish I cannot be faulted for misinterpreting it. And my name is Sitharensor. Though I understand if it is too long to remember. Why should our genders matter? Oh, I expect at some point we will both be expected to take consorts for procreation requirements, there are too few sidhe in the world to have two noble scions remain childless. But is the beauty, honour and devotion inherent in the purity of marriage vows any less because of the gender of the participants? Is the love between two men or two women any weaker than that between heterosexual couples? Love is love Ilatheril. It is our second law, and is still strong despite its great age - Love conquers all.”
“Awww, isn’t it pretty? It almost makes me tear up... well, not tear up, more vomit. You Seelie will talk crap sometimes.”
“You disagree?”
“About the whole love and purity shit, obviously. We’re not big on either. But I got nothing against man-man partnership. The Unseelie laws - accept no limits, suffer no foolish laws, break any arbitrary restrictions. Passion is the greatest power.”
“How... carnal.”
“Yup, good isn't it? Well, I’ve found my passion, Sith, and I’m taking it, I’m keeping it and I’m using it ‘till it’s spent. And ain’t nobody and nothing going to take it off me and no law or fool morality going to keep me from it.”
“I am touched. That was very nearly moving.”
“Best you’re going to get, Seelie. C’mon, all the Satyr brew’ll be gone if we stay here gabbing.”
So I cobbled something together - snippets from three of my fics. They ARE canon - but they're future canon for the most part. (Darren's still in a coma and Sitharensor and Ilatheril have been together about a week. At least Father Michaels is current)
And I dearly hope that by the time I incorporate them into the stories they'll need severe editing because gay marriages will be legal.
{and the chances of me getting all this HTML right is so on the far side of remote}
[Edit count: 1]
“Darren... Darren... are you sure this is a good idea?”
“How can you doubt?! I love you Rick. I adore you with every piece of my heart, from the bottom of my tainted soul. You have given me the strength to face the darkness, the power to endure against fear, death and family. You are my life Rick, for I cannot live without you.”
“Of course I aren’t doubting you! Marrying, or civil union, or shit, whatever you want to call it, is a dream come true. Yeah, I know it’s corny, but there is no wish more important to me - not even that bottomless espresso mug I’m trying to make.”
“From you that’s almost a declaration of undying love.”
“Shit, Darren, I love you more than caffeine, what more can you want?”
“Then how can you be against this? Being able to say we’re together, forever in every way to the whole world. Yes, even to have that stupid bit of paper that says we’re legally married. I want it, Rick.”
“Yeah, I get it Darren. Without that bit of paper we’re just a couple of queers mucking about. But we can’t, Darren. It’s not legal!”
“Not legal! And why not? A man can marry a woman for the right to a bloody green card! You can even order a wife by post from a foreign country! Perfect strangers can marry for the tax breaks, so long as they’re heterosexual. And we have the organised marriages, the forced marriages, people who marry because they got pregnant by accident. All of it legal. We live together, we love each other. We share the same bed, the same life and we’ve been through more together than most developing nations have had to endure! But because we’re both male, we can’t marry!”
“I know... it’s wrong. We should change it, but this isn't the way!”
“Why not?”
“Darren! You can’t kill every homophobic lunatic who opposes gay marriage!”
“I’m not going to kill them all... just the loud ones.”
“Darren. Put down that talk show host. I mean it!”
***************************************************
“And by the power vested in me, I now declare you... wife and wife! You may each kiss the other bride.”
“Father Michaels! How da-”
“Be silent, fool! You want to talk? Come with me...”
“What- let go of me, how...”
“You can rant your bigotry all you wish, but you will NOT ruin their day. Now talk. Quick, the good lord saw fit to be sparing in patience when granting my virtues.”
“This is inexcusa-”
“I said quick, child. There is a new couple awaiting my congratulations.”
“How can you marry them!? You are a priest. You are supposed to uphold morality!”
“Morality? If this is immoral, then I seem to have forgotten the meaning of the word. Look, child, look.”
“At what?”
“Out of the window, come look.”
“It’s just the city. I’m not here to sightsee, I... UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT.”
“Come see and hear. Anyone as loud as you needs to learn to listen to those you shout at. Look. What do you see?”
“It’s still the city.”
“Then you do not look far enough, or deep enough. I see a singly mother, crying. She is tired after working in her second job. And she cries, for even though she works every hour God sends, she still may not have enough money to pay the rent. At the same time, I see a man. A man wearing a suit that costs more than everything that young mother owns. A man eating pate and drinking wine that cost more than she spends on food for herself and her child in a month. This, I call immoral.”
“Bu-,”
“I see children forced onto the street, snared by vices that control them, they are given no hope, no help, and no way out. They sell themselves to predators that stalk them with cash, never knowing if the next one will bother to pay, if the next one has a disease that will kill them, or if the next one has... darker pleasures. They never know, but they offer themselves still, because they have no choice. This, I call immoral.”
“Fathe-,”
“In the church I see two women whose love is fierce and joyous to see. I see two women willing to fight society, fight their families, fight every bigoted law and prejudiced ‘moralist’ to be together. I see something more beautiful than I can describe, something so pure, so wonderful that the word ‘love’ is a paltry description for it. And they want to declare that love and their eternal dedication to each other for all the world to see and hear and know. This, you call immoral.”
“But it is! It is abomination! The-,”
“Maybe it is. Maybe you are right. But if it is immoral, I pray every day that dawns that I shall never become a moral man. And pray in equal measure that I remain a good one.”
***************************************************
“Y’know, Sitharensor, I’m surprised you people go for this kind of thing.”
“That was almost a complete sentence, Ilatheril. Well done. Unfortunately, the ability to express yourself clearly is still sorely lacking.”
“Smart arse. I meant, oh pedantic one, I’m surprised you Seelie are up for this”
“Pedantic? I am impressed. Or have you purchased another calendar? ‘up for’ what, pray tell?”
“Marriage, fool. Or didn’t you notice the whole court turfing out for our anniversary?”
“We have been married a year, and you have only just thought to ask? But I still do not understand your question. Of course we believe in marriage! My house has been making political marriages for millennia. The weddings of the sidhe are legendary. And what could be more Seelie, than declaring your eternal devotion to your beloved?”
“Barring the odd bit on the side.”
“With the occasional exception of a royal consort, yes. Love, honour, devotion, beauty and purity. These are the foundations of the Seelie court. Surely even the Unseelie know this?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know you’re guys party lines. I’m not talking about marriage, I’m talking about OUR marriage.”
“Marriage between the Seelie and Unseelie courts? It is hardly unprecedented Ilatheril, my great great great aunt married a-”
“Balor’s Eye, Sith, it’s been a year and you’re still dense! I mean that were both men! You guys should really look at that inbreeding thing.”
“If the question is foolish I cannot be faulted for misinterpreting it. And my name is Sitharensor. Though I understand if it is too long to remember. Why should our genders matter? Oh, I expect at some point we will both be expected to take consorts for procreation requirements, there are too few sidhe in the world to have two noble scions remain childless. But is the beauty, honour and devotion inherent in the purity of marriage vows any less because of the gender of the participants? Is the love between two men or two women any weaker than that between heterosexual couples? Love is love Ilatheril. It is our second law, and is still strong despite its great age - Love conquers all.”
“Awww, isn’t it pretty? It almost makes me tear up... well, not tear up, more vomit. You Seelie will talk crap sometimes.”
“You disagree?”
“About the whole love and purity shit, obviously. We’re not big on either. But I got nothing against man-man partnership. The Unseelie laws - accept no limits, suffer no foolish laws, break any arbitrary restrictions. Passion is the greatest power.”
“How... carnal.”
“Yup, good isn't it? Well, I’ve found my passion, Sith, and I’m taking it, I’m keeping it and I’m using it ‘till it’s spent. And ain’t nobody and nothing going to take it off me and no law or fool morality going to keep me from it.”
“I am touched. That was very nearly moving.”
“Best you’re going to get, Seelie. C’mon, all the Satyr brew’ll be gone if we stay here gabbing.”
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(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-13 08:04 pm (UTC)Father Michael has Many Good Points, and your two faei swiping at each other a year on are delicious also.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-13 09:36 pm (UTC)I’m not going to kill them all... just the loud ones. Heh. Go to it, Darren.
I like the Unseelie laws. And Father Michaels is just great. He's what every priest should be.
And yeah, I hope they'll need editing in the not-too-distant future too.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-13 09:39 pm (UTC)*loves the speech* that was inspired, really.
and i'm so going to steal that unseelie boy of yours. oh, okay, both of them. i love the constant bickering. *licks*
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Date: 2003-10-14 10:23 am (UTC)Father Michaels rocks. I like this old guy. And the fae are ALWAYs like that - well, once they stop trying to kill each other.
Cafeein is the ambrosia! Tht's real love that is!
(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-14 10:25 am (UTC)Unseelie laws?
Iletharil: That's an oxymoron really...
And I've said it before and will say it again. Father Michaels rocks most royally,
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Date: 2003-10-14 10:28 am (UTC)Which speech? Father Michaels or Darren's rant? Either way, big thank you.
Hee, I love my faerie boy... but the bickering and occasional duels cause great headaches when I should be working. Go faeries, go play in the Kami brain for a while! I have property law to do, and you can't make her (any more) insane!