PLAYING DOCTOR

I played doctor once.  I mean long before I actually became one.  Way long before.  I was maybe five or six, embarrassed to think it might’ve been much older than that, when with my boy cousin and girl neighbor we meandered to the back corner of his yard, in a narrow secluded passage way sandwiched between a shed and a duplex.  A very shady spot -- in more ways than one. 

Anyway, we were sure we were alone, not to be interrupted while we “played doctor.”  You know it well: You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.  Little did we know that, in those days, the protective eyes of an adult were always looking out -- like some neighborhood human radar or surveillance camera.  Sure enough we didn’t get too much into “practicing medicine” when Richard’s mother suddenly bolted out the back door like a wet mother hen, squawking and yakking.  “What are y’all doin’?  Richard, you get your butt inside!  Charlie and Julie you get on home now!  Ought to be ashamed yourselves!  Go on, get! And just wait till I tell your Mama!!”  I’m sometimes asked what it was that inspired me to go into medicine and I hearken back to this incident of playing doctor, wondering if something on a subconscious level had moved me.  But on second thought, Aunt Ursula’s tirade was so traumatic her look alone would’ve shocked any young boy into a much less industrious pursuit -- like maybe politics. 

Well, anyway, it wasn’t but a few years later that I would come to learn all about the birds and bees; what “mine” and “hers” were for, the Lego thing that it is.  But even before that, I’m embarrassed to admit, that before I had a full grasp of it all there was a brief time (very very brief!) when I thought, confusedly so, the man’s organ just served somehow to mechanically get the baby out of her tummy -- not yet aware his thing was responsible for getting it in there to begin with!  Hell, what did I know – it was many years yet before I was to go to medical school!

But of course I soon came around to understand, like all good boys and girls, what the sex organs were for and how they worked -- and this even long before receiving a professional medical education.  In fact I think it would be accurate to say that in general all kids learn what the male and female genitals are for at an age much earlier than adults would like to think or admit.  I always thought Street School was a fascinating thing. 

But, in spite of that profound fact, we are now hearing about, and being instructed in, a new kind of physiological and anatomical function for the human sex organs.  There are some running around, including certain mayors and city councils, who seem to know what all the organs of the human body are designed for, except the sex organs.  We can only presume Waveland’s Board of Alderman agree with the mayor in his support of same-sex “marriage” since they have been quiet about refuting it.  

At any rate, there’s an effort, a big fat public effort, to make rational thinking people believe that you can use the male sex organ for something other than what it is intended and call it “normal”, even healthy -- that someone of the same sex can have sexual relations with another and we are to call this “normal”.  No, the instruction is not that we must tolerate it in the privacy of their bedroom.  Yes, we must hear it, see it, feel it, talk to it, and, swallow it lock, stock, and chock.  Pardon me, but this is a very hard and unsavory thing to swallow.

In the same way the world has a design and functions best towards that to which it is designed to be oriented, also too every organ has a functional structure that dictates its proper use.  Until selected judges, at least one of whom is a self-avowed homosexual (Proposition 8 Judge Walker), began engaging in acrobatic-style legal machinations designed to unhitch morals from the basis of law (a guiding principle of civilization and our nation since before the Greeks) everyone understood the complementary function of the male and female genitals, as children with the carnal knowledge of Street School still do.  We understood then, and still do as adults, that to which they are designed and oriented.  Waveland’s mayor, the first in Mississippi to publicly pronounce his support of same-sex “marriage”, and others who think like him, seems to have a selective amnesia about this. 

There’s no other functioning sexual arrangement by which the complementarity of the sex organs, not to mention the psyches, of a man and woman can be used outside the purpose for which the sex organs are intended.  None.  A ménage-a-trois doesn’t do it.  A quartet doesn’t do it.  And the by-yourself doesn’t do it.  These particular arrangements are directed to something other than the comprehensive union of body, mind, and soul (“one flesh”) that can ONLY be achieved between a man and a woman.  Two men coming together is “flesh on flesh”.  It is simply more of the same, not the complement.  Sorry. 

And this is one of the reasons why many scholars and researchers in the business explain the motivation and cause of the promiscuous nature of the gay life.  A gay man can never attain that which he is truly seeking -- the Other, his complement, his soul-mate.  He can only get or receive more of the same; more maleness.  He may be content and happy with this, and that’s fine.  But it’s because of this compulsion, moved by the existential lack of something much deeper, the search for the unattainable Other, that he must attempt to rationalize his behavior, assuage a conscience, tweaking as it were, and try to seek consolation by having everybody else believe and accept it as “normal” too.

To deny the real orientation of what our bodies were meant for, with respect to our sexuality, is to rationalize a fallacy.  To embrace what is lacking in you, whatever it is, is okay and perhaps you can function well and be a sociable contributing member of the community.  This is good.  On the other hand, perhaps you may even reach out, for help, to address inwardly what it is that’s tweaking your conscience.  This is good too.  But please don’t participate in foisting such a fallacy publicly upon the community, coercing and forcing, by biased and ill-thought out legal fiat, all of us to believe contrary to that which the voice of our consciences teach what is proper and normal and makes sense. 

Yes, indeed, I knew what the sex organs were for while I was still a kid, way long before I became a doctor.  And so do a lot of kids now days and many others.  But for a mayor, or city council, to have us think twice about what should be done with them?  C’mon. 

Why would they all of a sudden believe this?  And to what end?

We all know why.

But, one reason may be they didn’t play doctor when they were kids.  If so, then maybe they should’ve -- maybe they would’ve learned something.