@Diest TKO,
I presume from that TK that you don't accept that there is no academic or nuanced reasoning in the matter of official recognition of homosexual domestic partnerships. It is, as I said, a crude matter to which justice cannot be done in polite company.
The coy, abstract discussion of the matter is simply a device to enable it to proceed in polite company as if nothing much was worth bothering about.
All I know is that the idea of getting into bed with a hairy flat chested bloke with a moustache and kissing the bugger passionately while we fondle each other's dicks and balls to warm up for boning each other up the arse or giving each other a blow is not my idea of what a real gay marriage consists of. If lingerie was involved I would probably be safe as nobody would try anything on with someone uncontollably tittering. And if there was no lingerie involved what can one say?
It has so little charm and it just doesn't seem something which state officials ought to be giving their blessing to. It rather brings state officials into some disrepute to be seen signing off for that I'm inclined to think. What could a critical biographer of the Govenor make of that?
I suppose we could all pretend that they were going to help each other to do the dishes or take turns to put the cat out or fix the motor or shovel the snow. It is a bit tough having to do all the snow shovelling as gaily married men have to do. It must be handy having another handyman around the house. And no nagging.
But that's just me. I'll admit a prejudice. I was nobbled early by the fair ones and steadfastly conditioned to think in such terms. Had there been a lot more of settled homosexual unions in those days, every third house say, things might be different. But I doubt it. My mother and my aunties cuddled me too much and rubbed me into their titties so I had no chance. They wore heavenly perfumes and the softest frillies you can imagine. I hated it of course but what was I to do? My father and uncles were ridiculous. Hard men all. And there wasn't a house anywhere I ever heard of where anything like that was going on.
In fact I was 18 before I ever heard of this subject.
So I'm probably well out of date. An old-fashioned, anachronistic, piss-pot like all the other chaps in the pub.
A Labour MP I have read of, who is aptly named Burrows, is, I think, in somesort of quasi-official domestic union with another chap. So your project is on the up and up.
Do they do afterplay?