६) एका लेस्बीयन कपल मधील पोरीने कोणा परपुरुषाशी संबंध ठेवले तर (आजच्या कायद्याने ) त्याला व्यभिचार म्हनता येईल काय ( मुळात जिथं लग्नच इल्लीगल तर बाकीचे काय ?) अहो हे लग्न ज्या ठिकाणी झालेल आहे तिथे लग्न पुर्णपणे कायदेशीर आहे आणि म्हणुन वारस डिव्होर्स आदिंच्या प्रोव्हिजन्स ही कायदयात अर्थातच आहेत.आणी बरयाच युरोपीय देशात कायदेशीर आहेत हे विवाह.

तुमची समलैंगिक विवाहा विषयी नेमकी भुमिका काय आहे ? ते जरा विस्ताराने सांगणार का ?

तुम्हाला अजुन माहीत आहे का प्लॅटो हा महान तत्ववेत्ता साफ़ो ला टेन्थ म्युझ म्हणत असे ? आणि जीच्या कवितांचा अभ्यास करण (इतर ९ क्लासिकल पोएट्स बरोबर ) हा त्याकाळी स्वत:ला सुशिक्षीत सिध्द करण्यासाठी साठी चा एक महत्वाचा निकष होता.साफ़ो ने केलेल्या या कविता बघा यांचा इंग्रजी अनुवाद ही त्यांच सौंदर्य दाखवुन देतो मुळ भाषेत काय काव्यानंद मिळत असेल ? वानगीदाखल या काही कवितांचा इंग्रजी अनुवाद देतो तो बघावा ! आणि साफ़ो चे विकीपेडीया चे पेज येथे आहे. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sappho [१] I shall be ever maiden, If thou be not my lover, And no man shall possess me Henceforth and forever. But thou alone shalt gather This fragile flower of beauty,-- To crush and keep the fragrance Like a holy incense. Thou only shalt remember This love of mine, or hallow The coming years with gladness, Calm and pride and passion. [२] With your head thrown backward In my arm's safe hollow, And your face all rosy With the mounting fervor; While the grave eyes greaten With the wise new wonder, Swimming in a love-mist Like the haze of autumn; From that throat, the throbbing Nightingale's for pleading, Wayward, soft, and welling Inarticulate love-notes, Come the words that bubble Up through broken laughter, Sweeter than spring-water, "Gods, I am so happy!" [३] Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind Falling upon the trees, When they are swayed and whitened and bowed As the great gusts will. I know why Daphne sped through the grove When the bright god came by, And shut herself in the laurel's heart For her silent doom. Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath Filling the hollow flute, Till the magic wood awakes and cries With remembrance and joy. Ah, timid Syrinx, do I not know Thy tremor of sweet fear? For a beautiful and imperious player 15 Is the lord of life. [४] When I pass thy door at night I a benediction breathe: "Ye who have the sleeping world In your care, "Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5 Where a lovely golden head With its dreams of mortal bliss Slumbers now!" [५] Softer than the hill-fog to the forest Are the loving hands of my dear lover, When she sleeps beside me in the starlight And her beauty drenches me with rest. As the quiet mist enfolds the beech-trees, Even as she dreams her arms enfold me, Half awaking with a hundred kisses On the scarlet lily of her mouth. [६] Soul of sorrow, why this weeping? What immortal grief hath touched thee With the poignancy of sadness,-- Testament of tears? Have the high gods deigned to show thee Destiny, and disillusion Fills thy heart at all things human, Fleeting and desired? Nay, the gods themselves are fettered By one law which links together Truth and nobleness and beauty, Man and stars and sea. And they only shall find freedom Who with courage rise and follow Where love leads beyond all peril, 6 Wise beyond all words. [७] It never can be mine To sit in the door in the sun And watch the world go by, A pageant and a dream; For I was born for love, 6 And fashioned for desire, Beauty, passion, and joy, And sorrow and unrest; And with all things of earth Eternally must go, Daring the perilous bourn Of joyance and of death, A strain of song by night, A shadow on the hill, A hint of odorous grass, A murmur of the sea. [८] My lover smiled, "O friend, ask not The journey's end, nor whence we are. That whistling boy who minds his goats So idly in the grey ravine, "The brown-backed rower drenched with spray, The lemon-seller in the street, And the young girl who keeps her first Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,-- "Lo, these are wiser than the wise. And not for all our questioning Shall we discover more than joy, Nor find a better thing than love! "Let pass the banners and the spears, The hate, the battle, and the greed; For greater than all gifts is peace, And strength is in the tranquil mind." आपल्या भर्तुहरी च्या श्रुंगार-शतक सारख साफ़ो च ही शंभर कवितेच कलेक्शन आहे त्यातील काही कविता वर दिलेल्या आहेत.