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The Twenty-Third Century: Nontraditional Love von Grugman, Rafael (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 04.05.2018
  • Verlag: Strelbytskyy Multimedia Publishing
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The Twenty-Third Century: Nontraditional Love

The dystopian novel The Twenty-Third Century: Nontraditional Love describes an inverted (homosexual) world in which mixed-sex marriages are forbidden. Conception occurs in test tubes. In lesbian families, one of the women carries the child. Gay male couples turn to surrogate mothers to bring their children to term. The Netherlands is the only country where mixed-sex marriages are permitted. In this world intimacy between the opposite sexes is rejected, world history and the classics of world literature, such as Tolstoy, Shakespeare, Dumas... even the Bible - have been falsified in order to support the ideology of the homosexual world. In this world same-sex love is a traditional love. At the heart of the novel is a love story between a man and a woman who unfortunately were born as heterosexuals in a homosexual world and they forced to hide their feelings and their sexual orientation. The novel is similar to books written by George Orwell, such as 1984. ?????


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: watermark
    Seitenzahl: 293
    Erscheinungsdatum: 04.05.2018
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9783963765315
    Verlag: Strelbytskyy Multimedia Publishing
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The Twenty-Third Century: Nontraditional Love

Chapter 1

A Heterosexual's Love

I was working as a programmer for a small Internet company in the Greenwich Village area, and if I had time, I would stop at Starbucks for a cup of coffee before work. That was where I met Liza, who was sitting at the next table. She was getting ready to leave, and she offered me the latest issue of the New York Post , which she had just finished looking through.

There was nothing suspicious about this, but in her eyes - there was no mistake about it - I caught a fiery glance and accepted the challenge. It was just the way signals were given in Morse code in ancient times.

For almost a month, we met at Starbucks. I carefully tested my original sensation, afraid that I might stumble; there were such cases, where a "decoy duck" provokes an attempt at flirtation that ends with handcuffs and jubilation on the television news: another successful operation by our valiant police. Liza was also afraid to take a risk prematurely - until she released her trial balloon.

"My fiancée Chris has a virus in her home computer. Would you be able to help?"

It was a risky offer, but I agreed, although I left a means of retreat:

"My boyfriend Michael goes to his college class in the evening, and I'm free after six."

Of course, I was lying about the boyfriend, but if she was from the police, I had given the signal: I was a normal, gay man.

That evening nothing happened. However, there was one moment that came close: we were sitting innocently at the computer when our knees touched and froze, without giving a twitch. My heartbeat quickened; I was afraid to move. Her reaction was the same. Our knees were stuck together, and it took some effort to detach them. In a voice trembling with agitation, Liza whispered: "That will do for today." As we said goodbye, I hesitated to extend my hand - it was moist with sweat. But at our very next meeting - another alleged problem with the computer - we found ourselves in a semi-lit room ("the light bulb burned out, and I don't have a spare," Liza spoke in a whisper, with aspiration), and after she repeated the trick with her knees, we abandoned all restraint. I was blown away. We rushed into an embrace, into the insane passion of man and woman.

This continued for about six months, until Liza acknowledged that her friends Daniel and Helen suffered from a secret passion just as we did. She proposed a solution - we would buy a two-family home on Staten Island. For outsiders' eyes, she would live on the first floor with Helen, and I would live on the second floor with Daniel.

As far as everyone was concerned, we were exemplary homosexual families. We even went through marriage ceremonies and held receptions. Incidentally, marriages between men and women can only be registered in Holland, which is known for its liberal morals. Moreover, the Dutch parliament had voted to allow heterosexual marriages only five years before, with only a three-vote majority. To this day, the parliamentary opposition is demanding a new vote, and the Dutch church cries out against the ruin of society's foundations.

Daniel and I successfully played the role of lovers, as did Liza and Helen. We gave each other flowers, walked along the shore and tenderly held each other's hand, and when it was time to have children, we maintained our cover by visiting Dr. Hansen's office regularly and studying the catalogues.

This was the public side of the coin. In fact, Liza was carrying the fruit of our love in her womb. Helen and Daniel did not lag behind - the time between conceptions was only a couple of weeks.

In November, both women gave birth: Liza had a girl, and Helen had a boy. Just so we would not have to resort to any contrivances, we decided that the girl would be raised by Liza and Helen, and Daniel and I would take the boy. Both children turned out with dark hair and h

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