From the ancient Greeks, who some might say were gayer than a Christmas parade, we inherited much of what is beautiful and loving in our world: history, mathematics, Western philosophy, trial by jury, rich mythology (the basis for modern psychology), theatre, Olympics, tranquil art and architecture, democracy, enquiry into the cosmos, ethics as the pursuit of happiness through having a larger purpose, and a love of Creation.
It was in Greece that some Bible scholars say the historical Jesus obtained his education (at the library of Alexandria, ironically destroyed later on by Christian mobs).
The Greeks believed in several types of love, but the main four were: Agápe (God's love), Éros (physical love), Philía (affectionate love, kindness), and Storgē (family love).
Up until a couple centuries ago, most people believed that all love is really Agápe (God's love), and that Agápe is simply dressed up in myriad forms.
But things have changed in modern times. In religious versions of our current reality, Satan took over the material world. In humanist circles, God has been declared dead.
In either case, Agápe has departed with the divine. All that exists in its place are brain chemicals that make us behave in ways that will perpetuate the species. Or, if you're religious, you have instructions to make child-workers for God's cause.
There is no other meaning to love in today's conquered world.
To those for whom Agápe is gone, sexual and gender variety make no sense. If the sole purpose of love is survival, then how can loving someone who has the "wrong" plumbing make any sense?
If life has no inherent meaning or purpose, then why would we have a preference for anything other than what our schools, churches, and entertainment tell us to want?
Today, and with Agápe, I wish to thank the U.S. Supreme Court for waking up from this loveless nightmare. I know it was scary for you, folks, but you have done something very important.
(Well, 5 out of 9 of you did, anyway).