Thankfully, I have a solution. Talking to these people doesn’t work because it’s not like legislators ever listen to people anyway. Reasoning sure as hell doesn’t work. I suppose we could go the Briscoe Darling route, but that may bit a bit extreme.
My solution is what I’m calling a F@#K-IN! Just get a bunch of gays, lesbians, transvestites and bisexuals together like some froo-froo motorcycle gang and set ’em all on the steps of your neighborhood statehouse and just hug, kiss, bang and screw each other till every legislator, judge and elected busybody in the whole state can’t even see straight anymore.
I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the legislators didn’t come out and join in. If nothing else, do that every day until they learn to leave people alone and stop legislating such frivolous, religious-based things.