We are, aren't we? Aren't we human?
As such, are we not from time to time possessed of that peculiar reaction known as love?
As such, are we not free to profess our love for whomever we choose?
As such, would not that freedom of profession be considered one of our most cherished freedoms? Insofar as what's inside is concerned, it can never really be taken away.
But it can sure as hell be stomped on, can't it, if and when it is unveiled. There are a multitude of people in our "free" country, some relatively powerless and some exceedingly, disturbingly powerful, who will stomp on that love with steely-eyed gestapo pleasure, if it happens to exist between two consenting adult humans who happen to share the same genitalia.
If these stormtroopers are themselves questioned, of course, they immediately climb up on their Cross. They act incredulous, even hurt, that one would even question such wanton love-squashing. It's the word of God, they say, Leviticus and all that.
If one doubles the pressure, calling out the Leviticus references as contrary to the spirit of the word of Christ from the Gospels, of course that leads to a font of rage.
Commence that smoke-from-the-ears trick.
Watch the stormclouds gather...
gathering...
gathering...
face growing darker...
and darker...
mumbling...
grumbling ....
trailing off.....
and the storm BREAKS
What's next, men marrying boys?
What's next, cousins marrying cousins?
What's next, men marrying goats?
In the words of the short-fused Gandalf the Grey, good gracious heavens
Don't be a fool, or a bigot, if you can help it.
We call this marriage; a union of love between two consenting adult humans.
The word does not now and will never apply to a relationship between an adult human and a child.
It does not now and will never apply to a relationship between humans who are cousins, or siblings.
It does not now and will never apply to a relationship between a human and an animal.
It does not now and will never apply only to pairs of consenting adult humans with differing genitalia.
Two. Consenting. Adult. Humans.
And Love.
Nothing more, nothing less.