"And what's next? You want to marry your dog and feel that you have a right to? Give me a break. I'm real glad that I don't live in Canada and have to have that madness shoved down my throat." -guest "Caretaker"

Well, this gave me a morning chuckle.

Really, Caretaker. If I ask another human to marry me, he or she will say yes or no. If I ask a dog, he or she may say 'woof!', not translateable as consent: get it?

Ah, the madness here in Canada!

I'd like to address akenaton's contention regarding revulsion. I believe that response is not as universal as you seem to think. Most of us don't spend time visualising our neighbours having sex. People are perhaps repelled by being urged to think about something they wouldn't like doing themselves. But here, in conservative rural communities, same sex couples settle into local life as seamlessly as straight couples. Their neighbours invite them to all the usual events and parties. They quickly become, not homosexuals who do that thing, but Greg the carpenter and Louie, Mike and Robert with the herb farm, Linda the hairdresser and Hannah the dental hygeinist up the clinic, eh.