(June 13, 2015 at 5:38 pm)nicanica123 Wrote:(June 13, 2015 at 12:28 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: So non celibate homosexuals are comparable to alcoholics in your organization? Here is a few differences. For homosexual practicing responsibly is healthy just as a active sex life is good for us all. Where as alcoholism is inherently destructive.
Sure and if someone wanted to be an alcoholic that is their decision right? And they have to suffer the consequences of their actions? I probably shouldn't have compared it to alcoholism in the first place but rather just simply a heterosexual desiring to commit fornication. Like I have been saying to stimbo, it doesn't make sense from an atheist point of view but if you believed in god and believed that there were positive benefits to living by its standards then it would be that individuals prerogative to decide whether or not they viewed their feelings as natural or not. If they felt they were then being a JW wouldn't be a good fit for them. They wouldn't be allowed to get baptized and I don't know why they would anyway
So your still arguing that on homosexuality is a choice? Because we have almost 40 years of psychology saying otherwise. As for fornication being a choice, well I suggest you look at moslovs heirarrchy of the needs http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FhTgHobEouE/TP..._Needs.png
Notice how sex is right next to food. Yeah I suppose eating is a choice too.
Now this perspective won't make sense to a witness but, if your the creator of a universe that 13 billion ly across and filled with wonders we can't imagine, then why the fuck would you give 2 shits about what a bunch of primates do with their peepees? You wouldnt, but if your a bronze age king looking to manipulate then guilt is a great tool, and homosexuals are a great boogie man.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
