Pick a divisive issue currently in the news. Write a two-part post in which you take on two personas and approach the topic from both sides. Bonus points for a creative format (roundtable discussion, debate transcript, etc.).
Viscount Goldraven, a royal nobleman serving the imperial ruler of the desert, will be arguing the morality of same-sex relationships with Shu-Giri and his beloved, Vénes, who are in such a relationship.
“Nothing good could come of what the two of you are doing,” Goldraven grumbled, glaring at the two men who sat together across from him. “Life is difficult enough without you complicating it.”
“What is so complicated about love?” Shu-Giri asked. He glanced over at Vénes, who gripped his hand, afraid to say anything. Shu-Giri squeezed it reassuringly and explained, “You are the one making things difficult. If someone feels love in their heart, the worst thing you can do is douse that rare and delicate flame.”
“And then what?” Goldraven scoffed. “You will have no heirs to speak of, and your family line will end. There is a very good reason that we here in the desert forbid men from forming unions with men, and women with women.”
“And what if I do not want an heir?” Vénes asked bitterly, pushing a lock of dark hair out of his face.
“Why would you not–”
“After all that I have been through in my life,” Vénes interrupted, “I do not want children. Nobody should be expected to have a child if that is their choice.”
“You will not even give that choice to the women of your land,” Shu-Giri added.
“It is the decree of the Desert Emperor that our women will agree to join with one of the men chosen as her suitors and bear him as many children as she can,” was Goldraven’s reply.
“Oh, really? So the emperor rules over every woman’s body, especially her womb?” Shu-Giri shook his head in disapproval. “How do you expect love to blossom when you force it? What yo speak of is not love; it is no better than the breeding of farm animals. We are elves, Goldraven, and we lose so much if we stop following our hearts.”
“Your hearts are foolish!” the viscount declared, his temper rising. “You think you can lie with whomever yo please, whenever the mood strikes you?”
“I think it has been too long since he has known love,” Shu-Giri whispered to his beloved, with a wink.
Vénes smirked, knowing that if he laughed outright, the older man would try to strike him. “In all the time that I have been with Shu-Giri, I have been loyal to him, and he to me. And you, while you have only ever been with one woman, harbor a man who not only keeps slaves, but abuses them. Is that also a part of your emperor’s decree?”
By then, Goldraven had become red-faced. “That has nothing to do with you making love to another man!”
“Oh, but it has everything to do with it,” Shu-Giri countered. “It has everything to do with how you treat your people, and what you think is an acceptable relationship. You have no problem putting a person to death for disobedience, yet when someone finds true love– something deep and authentic and meaningful– you try to tear it apart. Yet you have no good reason for doing that.”
“We have not harmed you by loving one another,” Vénes added. “We have done nothing wrong.”
“It goes against the natural order of things!!” Goldraven screech, getting to his feet so rapidly that he knocked his chair back.
“Now love is unnatural?” Shu-Giri raised a brown, incredulous. “My love for Vénes is not forced, and he feels the same for me. What is unnatural is forcing someone to settle for anything less than true love. I pity you for having to do just that, Goldraven. You were raised in this culture of obedience, and you share the same suffering that you experienced with everyone around you.”
The viscount glared at the two elves in front of him. He grit his teeth and fumbled for the right words. All he could think to do was repeat what he had already said, but he knew that Shu-Giri was too sure of himself to accept anything that he had to say. Instead, he grumbled, and stormed from the room. Let them suffer the consequences, he thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Vénes smiled to his beloved, then leaned over to kiss his cheek. He knew, deep down inside, that he had found his happiness. After years of mourning and worry, he had found someone to love, and nobody could take that away from him.