When I was little, the idea of same sex marriages was never thought about, let alone talked about.
Fast forward forty years.
Tonight, my four year old roomie and I were sitting on the patio. Being December, it is the month of Christmas. Being Christmassy types, we have lights up, as well as an inflatable Pooh.
See?
As we were piddling around outside, the roomie announces, "Pooh looks warm."
"Well he is a bear, sweetie."
"He's married," she continued.
"Who is," was my curious reply.
"Pooh is."
"Oh? Who is he married to?" I expected the answer to be something akin to Mrs. Pooh.
So wrong.
"He's married to Piglet."
Now THAT is an alternative marriage.
Do yourself a favour. Don't imagine the sex. It will only hurt if you do.
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