Scene Detail

"You don't want to know what my personal definition of 'freaky' is."

From: But Not For Love
Gender Age Character Name
Male 30s PATRICK
Eleanor and Ephram, sister and brother, are both getting married on the same day. And they're each getting married to a man. With protesters, policemen and a TV news crew outside the church, inside the couples are split over what their day and their ceremony should mean, to themselves or anyone else.

Patrick, Ephram's groom, agrees with Eleanor that they all need to make a statement by getting married. But Roland, Eleanor's groom, and Ephram both just want a simple ceremony and a quiet day.

When Roland asks if Patrick and Ephram might be able to refrain from kissing outside when they all leave the church in order to keep the "media freak show" aspect of it all to a minimum, Patrick has a few choice words in response.

(The full scene of which this speech is a part is also available for viewing under the tag quote -

"Ephram and I would trade places with you and Eleanor in a second. Especially Ephram. You have no idea how much he longs to be invisible right now.")

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You don't want to know what my personal definition of "freaky" is. Because "freaky" falls into the category of things I myself would never consider doing, despite the fact that some of them have even been offered to me as options during my wild, impulsive youth. What we're talking about here is the definition of "tame" for me. Not without its dangers, but about as far from freaky as the world and all its wonders gets. We're not even talking about slipping the guy a little tongue. We're talking lips, four lips total, two sets. Intimate but not ravenous. Sweet, not horny. Affectionate, tender, loving. And lasting about as long as we care to make it. It is, I'll grant you, more suspicious than simply throwing my arm around his shoulder, even his waist, as we walk down the church steps. It is, no argument, more incendiary than even the simple act of taking his hand in mine in public. But it is not obscene. It is not disgusting. It is not harming anyone. If, because those two sets of lips are each attached to a body with a working penis further down the way, people are shocked or repulsed, well, then that's their dirty little minds working overtime, now isn't it? Maybe if it happened more often out in the warm light of day, around churches or anywhere else, it'd be less strange and foreign and disturbing to everyone. It wouldn't immediately be viewed as the tip of some oral sex/anal sex iceberg but simply what it is. A kiss. So you'll forgive me for thinking that my wedding day, just like your wedding day, is the ideal time for me to express my love to my partner with a gentle peck on the lips, no matter who the hell is watching with a combination of fascination and horror.

copyright 2006 by Matthew A. Everett

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