A Two Way Conversation In A Corner

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two girls with opposing views about homosexuality have a bit of a random conversation.

Submitted: August 21, 2013

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Submitted: August 21, 2013



A Two Way Conversation In a Corner

‘Have you heard? Gay people can now marry in California,’ Jamie said to Ruth, standing in a corner.

‘Why, that’s what it should be, I say. Love knows no boundaries; no, not even the law,’ said Ruth.

‘Though what about the long held doctrinal virtue of matrimony? Don’t you get the impression somehow that perhaps you yield to your morals to sustain as if a fair view to such untraditional proposal?’ said Jamie.

‘None at all, Jamie; I don’t feel it such. But do tell me if you do,’ said Ruth.

‘The truth is I feel that I’ve been too slack for not holding my own conscience upon the matter. But I do, I must admit—feel as if I’m bending my morals; I mean,' said Jamie.

‘Why do tell me more, Jamie,’ said Ruth, ‘I had no idea you had such a vigorous orthodox conviction about such matter.’

Jamie was silent for a moment. ‘I—I don’t know what else to say, I mean, I just feel it’s wrong.’

‘Don’t reason with your feelings, dear; why, you’re a mere ape if you do. So what makes you feel it wrong?’ said Ruth.

Jamie gave a prodigious sigh. It’s not like all the time she had to reason with her feelings. She couldn’t find words in her mouth.

‘Come on you could be as brutally honest with me, Jamie,’ said Ruth.

‘Well don’t most religions view it as an impurity, a sin? Doesn’t it say so in the Bible?’

‘So you think it, therefore, a sin?’

‘Sure; yes.’


‘For it simply says so in the Bible. Most religions, like what I have said, redeem it so. And I simply cannot help the way I feel.’

‘Ah.’ Though how Ruth could set forth a long scholarly talk to Jamie about the subject of the Bible, or religion in general for that matter, but she didn’t feel like expounding further, lest she would seem quite a pedantic libertine to her; she thought, as she was wont to go over a subject’s history for her to successfully arrive at the motive of her point—and Ruth simply was not in the mood to; no, and certainly not to some simple minded as Jamie. It would be in a vain effort to discuss it with her; she thought. Ruth fell silent.

Ruth somehow speechless, Jamie felt a sense of pride. She felt powerful; she had religion on her side.

‘So it becomes well to hate, to convict and condemn other fellow human beings based on your faith?’ Ruth implored.

Jamie again gave a prodigious sigh. It wasn’t like disapproval, or hatred was so an unnatural a feeling; she thought. ‘You can’t mock me,’ her enkindling pride, with religion behind her back, as if wished to convey. ‘My constitution had been built for thousands of years; my knowledge and power expand over dominions of men.’

‘Look, homosexuality is simply natural, ok?’ said Ruth. ‘It is present and observed in different kinds of species. What are you most fearful about homosexuality?’

‘They just irk me, you know, like how the sight of a snake irks me. Perhaps it’s just who I am. I cannot help it. I hate gay people. I suffer from homophobia.’

‘Have you ever known a gay person before?’

‘No. Never.’

Then all of a sudden Ruth felt all at once exhausted. She was at once disgusted by Jamie, whose suppressive air of prejudice she couldn’t anymore take. ‘Perhaps you’re right. It’s your make up, you hate gay people, and you’re a hater. That’s just what makes you, then,’ Ruth said, simply walking away, disengaging herself from Jamie, and at the same time pitying her. She felt at once unfettered as she hobbled away from her.

Left alone in the corner, Jamie got to thinking: ‘Why, I have just as much the right to hate anything in this world, as I do love often.’ She was who she was; she couldn’t help it; she thought. She was a part of nature too, ‘so is my hate,’ she thought. She walked away from the corner, haughtily enduring all the while the antagonism which influenced her notion.  She felt capable and potent. She knew too well a man’s freedom to oppose any sense of depravity in this world, and she wouldn’t suffer indiscretion regarding her will; no, not for someone with a lax decaying virtue, and a degenerate like Ruth. 'Let her be and I will let me be.'

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