We have another exclusive interview to bring you. As this interview is being published, there are still many people spending more time home with family members. Perhaps some of them will find this interview an inspiration? Or they can see this for some possibilities.
The woman interviewed below should be free to legally marry her partner, or simply to live together With him in any place in the world without having to hide, yet she can't. They are consenting adults who aren't hurting anyone; why should they be denied their rights? In much of the world, including where they live, they could be criminally prosecuted for their love.
Read the interview below and see for yourself what “Kaylee” has to say about her love for “Will.” You may think this relationship is interesting, or it might make you uncomfortable, or you might find it ideal, even highly erotic and romantic, but whatever your reaction, should these lovers be denied equal access to marriage or any other rights, or be ostracized simply because they love each other this way?
Prejudice against their relationship for being "incest" is irrational and harmful.
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FULL MARRIAGE EQUALITY: Describe yourself.
Kaylee: I was born and raised in the U.K., growing up in the big city, and now living in a smaller town. I am in my mid-twenties, Dad is young for a father of someone my age.
We moved here after I finished school. I studied engineering, more or less inspired by him as he also went down that path, though we chose different specializations.
Other than that, there's not much else to say about me. I like chess, I am an occasional stoner, I used to take Ballet and Contemporary. These days I mostly just stick to yoga.
Meanwhile, he prefers jogging, and while I've jogged with him before, I truly hate running, so that's mostly something he does on his own.
I do have a younger brother, and my mother is alive and well, but we don't talk to them. We've been estranged for years.
Our economic background has had its ups and downs but for the most part, we're comfortable now. We have a safety net and are saving up. We have a friend group we hang out with, but this year has been spent primarily with each other, for obvious reasons.
I'm currently living with just my Dad in our flat, as well as our wonderful beagle. No children, and we now live further away from our extended family.
FME: Have you ever been ceremonially married?
Yes. Years ago, we both got rather stoned and got into a deep, emotional talk about how much we meant to each other and how much we wished we could be legally wed. A week later, he "proposed" to me on the two year anniversary of our first time.
We did hold a small ceremony a couple of months later, in private. Then a bit later, we treated a different party as the follow-up. Sort of hiding it in a mini-celebration that the divorce with my mother was finally settled, and celebrating academic achievements on my part. A handful of close friends and family who all agree that she's terrible, and she is, were there. It was the closest thing to having reception speeches we're ever going to get, because we've never told anyone the truth.
FME: How would you describe your sexual orientation and your relationship orientation?
I've thought about this a lot and while I'm still uncertain, I think both of us are likely either pansexual or demisexual. I guess romantic orientation could also apply with the same terms, or you could flip them. I won't pretend to be the most educated about this sort of thing. On an objective level, we might be "straight" because he's only ever been attracted to women, and I've only ever been attracted to men, but it's almost always about emotional connection. I've never felt a particular desire to sleep with someone before I had a bond with them. We're mostly monogamous and firmly committed to each other, but things have happened in the past with other people, and we don't lose sleep over it. It's a certainty that we are each other's "primary" of course. We're not going to enter exclusive relationships with other people.
FME: You are in a sexual/romantic relationship with your biological father?
I am. It's been many years now, and we've been living together one-on-one for even longer. He is my partner, and while I realize how surprising or unbelievable it might be for people, I'm happy. No one will want to hear this, but I can safely say that I'm more well-adjusted than most of my friends, certainly when it comes to their love lives. My Dad and I actually communicate, share our feelings, make time for each other and also leave time for ourselves. If this is supposed to be an unhealthy relationship, well, it's worth it to me. The phrase "If this is wrong, I don't want to be right" comes to mind.
FME: What was your childhood like? What was family life like? Was nudity common in your home life or was everyone covered up? Were alternative lifestyles/sex discussed in your family, and if so, how? Can you describe your sexual awakening?
Childhood was rough. It wasn't for lack of effort on his part, though. He and my mother were dating while they were in high school and when she got pregnant, they were both pretty much disowned by my grandparents. Well, he was disowned a couple of years later when she got pregnant for a second time. So they had to make things work on their own, but he was the only one who was trying.
My mother, and I don't say this lightly, is a narcissist. Growing up, it slowly occurred to me how disingenuous and selfish she was. I think she eventually cottoned on to how I wasn't falling for her bulls---, so she switched her attention to my little brother instead, and spoiled the hell out of him.
As the years went by, I was helping out around the house a lot more, as well as trying to discipline my brother, to pick up the slack, to make sure Dad didn't have to do everything. Although I will not say that I was deputized to be a third parent the way eldest daughters too often are, because A, my Dad never wanted that, and B, that would imply that there were two parents to begin with, and giving that term to my mother is quite generous.
I can say that nudity wasn't really a thing in the house but I've never been the most modest person and particularly around my Dad, I was always comfortable with myself, my feelings, and my body. I have been for as long as I can remember. Being naked around the house is very possible present day, and while it's not exactly a habit, we live together alone, so there's no fuss about making sure we're "decent" before we walk out into the living room.
Different sexualities were never an issue. We knew from first that we'd be accepted no matter our identity. My parents both hated organized religion as a concept, because blind loyalty to Catholic values is what led to both of them being disowned in the first place, so they never tried to force anything like that on us.
As for my sexual awakening, I'm not entirely sure, but it was relatively early. I was fourteen when I lost my virginity to an ex-boyfriend. But the first time I remember feeling ever so slightly self-conscious, and not in a bad way, was when my Dad accidentally walked in while I was changing, some time earlier. He apologized and left, and I had this lingering feeling of yearning. Like, my first thought was "No, come back...watch me." And I couldn't explain it. I chalked it up to an intrusive thought at the time, which, I suppose it was, in a way.
So, the end of the previous story is that my mother walked out on us. She abandoned the family a year before he and I crossed the line. When my mother left, she also tried to take the kids with her, as it were. She told all sorts of lies about Dad to me and my brother, and told us to pack up our things. I don't know if my brother believed her stories or if he just preferred to live with her, given the choice. Like I said, she spoiled him. He went willingly. I refused point blank to go with her and stayed with my Dad. Ever since then, we lived alone. He and I were already doing all the housework and such, so it wasn't like that changed. But it made the atmosphere far more free and less toxic, since I think we were the only two people in that house who'd already had a sincere, meaningful relationship.
FME: How did sexual affection become a part of the relationship between you?
It was a gradual process, I think. I had the underlying sense that something was happening. The phrase "sexual tension" comes to mind, but when it's your father, it's easy to second-guess the signs or tell yourself you're being crazy; that you shouldn't be thinking those things, that of course nothing was going on.
He was feeling the same sense of denial and guilt for having even let it cross his mind, except in his case, it was one-hundred fold. Let me tell you something about my Dad: he is the most wonderful man on the planet, but he's also a teddy bear. He's not only good, he's pretty innocent, all things considered. He hated himself for a long time, thinking he was some kind of predator, but that was never the case. The truth is, he just loved me. And he was starting to love me in a way he was taught to think of as dirty.
The first move was mostly me, but it was also basically mutual. I'd had moments where I wondered, but when it first happened, I didn't know it was going to, until it did.
We'd danced together a lot the previous night, and emotions were running high. The next morning, I don't know, really. I just wanted to see him, be in his company, and show him what I was feeling. To express myself, I guess? The common phrase is "shoot your shot." And I basically did. I came downstairs to sit with him and cuddle with him after my shower, but still in my towel. There was a quiet moment where we just looked at each other. I kissed him a little, then he kind of gave in, kissed back, and the rest is history.
FME: Can you describe your feelings during that event? How about “the day after”? How did that go? How were you feeling?
It was a mixture of panic and excitement, as well as the overall feeling of being drawn to him. Looking back, it's difficult to remember my mindset in the moment. Just, in the weeks leading up to that day, we were the closest we'd ever come to directly acknowledging what was brewing. Before that, we'd had spells of eye contact and longer, more tender hugs and cuddles. I'd notice his eyes wandering my figure, unconsciously staring at my chest. And I would simply let him look, that sort of thing.
When we danced the previous night, he had gotten hard from being pressed close against me, and when he realized I'd noticed, he drew back and gave a stammered, ashamed apology. I tried to reassure him but he pretty much withdrew and went to bed. So the next morning, I was determined to show him I wasn't bothered by it. I was cooing and consoling him a lot between kisses, before they just kind of grew deeper.
The aftermath marked the the end of my uncertainty, at least in that moment. It would return in waves here and there. But for him, it was just the beginning. After our first encounter, he felt the same sense of love and belonging with me that I felt with him, the sense that this was right, but he was also paralyzed with guilt at what he had "done to me;" thinking he had assaulted, molested, or traumatized me. It took a couple of years, really, for him to fully let go of his hesitation and sense that he was hurting me or being selfish. But that first day, he was horribly split between the shame and the inherent euphoria that comes from having hooked up with someone you love.
FME: Before this had you ever thought this would be possible or enjoyable; did you have any opinion one way or the other about close relatives or family members being together? Do you, or have you had feelings like this for any other close family members whether they are genetic relatives or not?
Personally, no; not in regards to my own life. I can say that I think - I'm not 100% sure - that I may have played some role in my little brother's sexual awakening, or that he had a small crush on me or was attracted to me. In the last few months before he and my mother moved out, I did catch him trying to spy on me in the shower, though he insisted to the end that he wasn't doing it, I also found some questionable search results pop up on Google when I used his computer, like, "big sister porn movies." That kind of thing. I doubt it was anything more than curiosity, and I haven't thought about it in a while. We haven't spoken in many years, so it's safe to say he's probably moved on to other girls.
As for my Dad, he definitely hadn't ever considered something like this before. When I've spoken about this before through anonymous accounts online, people have suggested that perhaps I'm simply a replacement goldfish for my mother, a comparison that I find offensive on both his behalf, and also mine. It paints a very inaccurate depiction of one of the most honorable and caring people I've ever known. I can safely say that I'm nothing like my mother in personality, nor do I look that much like her, being honest. I'm bi-racial. Her side of the family is Black, Dad's is White, so I kind of look like a blend of them. People have also suggested that maybe this is some kind of "Electra" complex. And while I do hate my mother, that's kind of a separate issue. Dad and I have also made jokes about her and my brother having a secret relationship the way we do, but in all reality I'd be very surprised if that were the case.
FME: How do you describe the lovemaking now? Taboo? Natural? Especially erotic? Some people say familial eroticism is inherently kinky, but I have found that for many it doesn't feel kinky. What about for you?
Oh, it's wonderful. I mean, not to brag, but I am a dancer. I know how to move my hips. Of course, for a long time it did feel somewhat taboo, at least on certain days. But I feel like we're mostly past that now. It's a difficult societal custom to unlearn, and the forbidden aspect can be rather kinky, I suppose. There were encounters where I'd remind him frequently that I was his daughter, because I wanted to help coax him into finding the idea less repulsive, and more enticing, associating the knowledge with pleasure instead of guilt.
But I'd also like to set the record straight, that I am in NO way interested in the "daddy" kink. That's very much a different thing than having feelings for your father, though I can understand the misconception. We are two adults in this relationship, and I do not wish to act infantile, nor for him to coddle me. I alternate between calling him "Dad" and using his first name, but we're more or less always on the same page.
I think we've settled well into the physical aspect of our relationship and always being in sync. Our communication has gotten a lot better. He used to be so shy about telling me what he liked, and I suppose I was too, but particularly him. I could always tell though. Again, not to brag or humble-brag, but one example that comes to mind is that I have really huge boobs, and I always knew he liked them and would like it when I gave him "breast-jobs." But it's only in the last few years that he's felt able to express that to me. It's a nice shift in our relationship. My greatest kink, I suppose, is doing stuff in public, but that's a rare occurrence because of the extra level of risk unique to our relationship. It's happened, though. One of my most treasured memories is the night we were on the top bleachers of a basketball game and I was sitting in his lap. We managed to do the deed in that position without getting caught.
FME: Describe your relationship now. Is this a marriage, a union, girlfriend and boyfriend, what? Are you more like spouses or family-with-benefits or something else? Do you see each other as Dad and daughter or lovers, or are those two roles inseparable at this point?
It kind of alternates? Some days it's just like old times, and we feel more like a father and his daughter. Other times, we can really feel the romantic overtones of our relationship and lose ourselves in them. We've been together many years now, and I guess I would say that the two roles are inseparable? The thing is, while I obviously wasn't his lover while he was married, the reality is that I was more of a wife to him than my own mother, for a couple of years before she actually left. I was the other parent and it was kind of like I was his partner for years already, which makes it sound a lot weirder than it was, and maybe it was "dysfunctional" or "codependent" but what can I say? None of this was his fault. He never wanted me to take on an adult's responsibilities and he never meant to fall for me. We were the only ones making each other happy during that time.
So in a way, our romantic connection, or at least the seeds of it, have been present for a long time. But because I never moved out and have spent my entire life with him, the part of my brain that views him as my father has never faded either. I will always see him in that perspective as well. But much like how most parent/child relationships change when the child reaches adulthood, the parental aspect of our bond has changed since I was younger.
We do sleep together, we share a bedroom. Finding a flat with one bedroom was significantly cheaper, and we simply didn't need a second bedroom other than to keep up appearances. But when we moved, we decided to mostly live openly as a couple and instead keep our status as family members hidden from our neighbors and friends. We're not going to be living here forever, most likely. And even if we do, it's not like other people from the family are going to be moving in. As it stands, the couch has a pull-out bed hidden inside, so if a family member does come to visit, that's our cover story: that he sleeps there.
FME: If there have been other lovers since you got together, did those lovers know about you two being together, and how did they react?
I've had one or two hook-ups since then, but never anything serious. For a while, we were operating under the idea that we would never truly be official, so finding someone else to fill that hole wasn't a terrible thing to do. In particular, Dad felt as though he should encourage it so that I would be able to move on with my life and find "true" happiness, thinking he wasn't worthy, all that bulls---. No one either of us ever dated knew the truth. But by the time we were "married" and moving away to a new town where no one knew us, dating other people, even casually, started to feel more and more pointless. There's still no rule against it, per se, but I don't exactly feel motivated to. And I think he's accepted and come to see that our "true" happiness is found in each other.
FME: Does anyone in your life know the full, true nature of your relationship and how did they find out? How have they reacted? What kind of steps, if any, have you had to take to keep your privacy?
Not a single person knows, at least not that we're aware of. There was a period when Dad was worried that my aunt, his sister, suspected or had figured out the truth. But nothing ever came of it so I feel like he was either wrong about that, or that if she did know, she chose to look the other way and pretend not to. My aunt is pretty cool, so maybe she decided to have our backs? Or maybe she thought it was disgusting and didn't want to get involved. Or maybe she's clueless. We'll probably never know for sure.
The only other incident that comes to mind was during a fight on the phone with my mother. She didn't know she was on speaker, and she'd also been drinking, when she screamed at Dad, saying a number of vile things about him and making several wild accusations. And indeed, one of them was that he'd always wanted me, brainwashed me into staying with him, and that "Now you've got someone to f--- whenever you miss me." Obviously, he did not brainwash me, and I don't think he wanted me, at least not consciously, before the divorce happened. I also take pride in knowing that he's definitely not imagining her while we make love. We did panic a little when she said that, but I doubt she was actually speaking from any line of reason, or had any real suspicions. It was a one-off thing that has never come up again. We're not even sure if she remembers that she said it. My mother is bats--- crazy, but sometimes I wonder if she was actually jealous of me.
Living together by ourselves has meant that being secretive is a lot simpler, but there are still steps. We always keep the doors locked and we never have our phones set to silent. These habits are old by this point. There were also alarms set up after my mother moved out, to stop her from breaking back in, but they were also useful in case other visitors showed up unannounced.
Since the move, we've taken different steps to conceal that we're family. Our neighbors and friends simply think we're a couple, and we have established cover stories about our "families." We're careful not to answer phone calls from my aunt in public. I've never slipped and called him "Dad" around anyone except one delivery person, who simply laughed. We're pretty sure he interpreted it as an accidental reference to the daddy kink. Again, this is where being the product of a interracial couple comes in handy. No one who looks at the two of us would assume off the bat that he's my father. You have to look much closer to see the resemblance. It also helps that while there's clearly an age gap, he's not thirty years older than me, so it doesn't look quite as suspicious.
FME: Having to hide the full nature of your relationship from some people can be a disadvantage. Can you describe how that has been? Are there any other disadvantages? Conversely, do you think consanguineous relationships have some advantages and some things better than unrelated lovers, especially between dad and daughter?
There is something inherently special about sharing a secret with someone. It can be romantic, kinky, or otherwise contribute to sensual bonding if two people have any kind of big secret between just them. I'm no psych major, but I can tell you that from personal experience. The private glances, the knowing smiles. All of it. So one could say that's an advantage. The whole concept of the "spicy affair" and whatever.
The disadvantages are also prevalent though. After all, secrets can be stressful too, especially if there are consequences to getting caught. We're keenly aware that if we were caught, he would probably go to prison. Maybe I would too, but he would be painted as the "predator," even though I arguably initiated it. So that's the downside.
The other downside to having a relationship with a family member doesn't really apply to us, but it's worth considering for most people. Inbreeding is a bad idea, plain and simple. I've let go of my own personal guilt and uncertainty about my relationship because it doesn't affect anyone else, and he and I are happy, but if we ever have a baby, they're going to be adopted.
On the other hand, literally no one knows you better than family. No one. In most cases that would probably make for a nightmare, and I can only imagine what it would be like for most parent/child relationships. But in my case, it's been a tremendous benefit. He's the one I belong with, and I don't know if we'd have found each other this way if I hadn't grown up with him. Our history, our emotional connection, is just so powerful. I know Genetic Sexual Attraction is also a thing, and,.with all due modesty, I'm sure he'd be attracted to me if he met me now for the first time, but we wouldn't have all that history.
FME: What do you want to say to people who disapprove of your relationship, or disapprove of anyone having this kind of relationship? What's your reply to those who would say that this is one of you preying on the others, and that you couldn’t or even still can’t truly consent?
I understand where you're coming from. I do. In so many ways, I've always seen our relationship as the exception to the rule. Nine times out of ten, a father having a crush on his daughter should raise red flags, sound the alarm bells, I would never doubt that considering how unfortunately common predators are. But, it's still nine times out of ten, and I cannot concede anything more, because I WAS that one out of ten. I was that case where no one was groomed or preyed upon. I'm in my mid-twenties, so please don't tell me that I'm still too young to know if I was abused. I was, but not by my father. Both he and I were abused by my mother, and I'd also argue that he was abused by his own parents.
He is one of the few relationships in my life where I have always felt safe and respected. As for consent, I mean, that's also arguably a murky area, but I cannot concede on this either. I know I was young, but looking back, I knew damn well what I was getting myself into, and I wanted it. The argument that I "could not" consent is a fair one, but it doesn't hold any water once you factor in that I am now saying, years later, that I DID consent. If anything, he was the reluctant one, though he did very much want me.
FME: If you could get legally married, and that included protections against discrimination, harassment, etc., would you? Or is this a different kind of relationship than that?
I never thought I was even the sort of person who needed marriage in my life, and I probably still don't. We've had our ups and downs and we've gone through different phases. We had our ceremony, and I've considered us married ever since then. Of course, I was young and lovestruck at the time, and even though it hasn't really been that many years, that feels like a lifetime ago. I am now a justifiably cynical adult, facing this f---ed-up world holding hands with my Dad and my partner, except in my case, they're the same person. Do I need to get married for anything other than legal benefits? It's just a piece of paper, and we've been living like a wedded couple ever since. Part of me has had fantasies about sending my mother a wedding invitation just to stick it to her, but in all reality she obviously would never be invited. Marriage, for me, is like having a baby. I'm open to it, but I don't necessarily need it to happen for me to be happy.
FME: Do you think you'll raise children together?
He had a vasectomy after my brother was born. However, I did get pregnant with some other guy - who I believe lied to me about using protection, but I never verified that, and my Dad was quite literally prepared to do it all over again and be a father to my baby if I planned on keeping it. The fact that it wasn't his didn't bother him, if anything it was probably a relief considering the biological risks of inbreeding. However, it was a moot point. Before I had even notified the biological father, I miscarried. I was rather depressed about that for a while. Apart from that, we've discussed adoption but the problem is that only one of us could be a legal guardian without looking suspicious. The other would need to take on the role of either "older sister" or "grandfather" to prevent the paper trail from catching up to us.
FME: What advice do you have for someone who may be experiencing these feelings for a relative or family member, especially their father or daughter? Would you recommend doing what you do?
If you are a father who's developed feelings for your daughter, you need to consider the situation from every angle, analyze every detail. It's not lost on me that parent/child relationships have a power differential most of the time. It wasn't really present in my case because of our screwed-up home-life, but it usually will be. You want to know why I trust my Dad so implicitly? Because he second-guessed himself so many times and was so worried that he was grooming or preying on me. That's exactly how I knew he wasn't, were there any doubt. Just be a good person, and put her feelings first. If she returns your affections, and she's old enough to consent, just maintain open and healthy communication, and you cannot go wrong.
If you're a daughter crushing on her father, oh girl, I've been there. But you have a lot less to worry about other than heartbreak, in case you have to deal with rejection. Know that no matter what, your father loves you, or he should, and that won't change just because you see him this way. Assuming everyone is single and you're old enough, go ahead and shoot your shot. The worst that can happen is he isn't interested. Well, no, the worst that can happen is that he's a predator, so keep your eyes peeled for any red flags, but I'll give this hypothetical man the benefit of the doubt.
FME: What advice do you have for family members and friends who think or know that relatives they know are having these feelings for each other?
When I went through my little situation with my brother, which was probably just a passing fancy anyway, I kept my mouth shut because it was awkward as hell. But in these situations, just take it step by step and observe behavior. Speak to both parties to get the whole story. Whatever you do, just do not report them unless you have reason to believe someone is being abused or taken advantage of. However, let my situation serve as proof that age gaps and parental relationships aren't always 100% indicators that this is happening.
I know that if someone figured us out now, I'd want to know. I could handle the confrontation. It would give me the chance to set the record and get my story straight with them. You also can't go wrong by going the way my aunt might have gone, where once you're satisfied that everyone is consenting and happy with the arrangement. You just pretend you never learned the secret and carry on with your life. People choose not to disclose their relationships for a reason. For multiple reasons, really, and some of them are less innocent than others, but some people just value their privacy. Or, they don't want to get arrested for a victimless crime.
FME: Do you consider yourself consanguinamorous in orientation, or could you be fulfilled in a relationship with someone who isn’t a close relative?
I've definitely felt attraction to non-relatives, but it certainly wasn't as fulfilling as this. Like I said, I suspect I may be demisexual or demiromantic because I don't just get crushes on random people. Everyone else I've dated seriously or semi-seriously are people I was good friends with first. I lost most of those friendships after I told them that I still wanted to hang, but they couldn't have sex with me anymore. Dating friends is difficult, so dating family should, in theory, be even more so. But it's not. It just feels more sincere, more real. I haven't ever had a crush on a family member apart from the obvious, but I think he was always the "man" in my life.
FME: Any plans for the future?
We've talked about having a baby; looking into adoption. If that were to happen though, we'd need to figure out the equation for our double life. We've been tossing around questions like, does it matter if they see him as a grandpa? He'll still be the father figure in their life, if not in name. Alternatively, is it safe to tell a young child that their big sister is actually their mom, but not blood-wise? Would they even understand that? What if they tell someone, no matter how much you stress to them that it's a secret?
Our plans for the future are to survive the pandemic, maybe move into a bigger home once it's over, and try to live happily ever after. We have plans to contact my brother or mother; they don't even have our new address or phone numbers. Screw them, as far as I'm concerned. My brother could grow up and become a better person, but reconnecting with him would make things a lot more risky and complicated, and I just don't have enough affection for him to think of that as being worth it.
FME: Anything else to add?
Let no one tell you that incest is exclusively unnatural or can only ever be abusive. That's a myth, and it's a strange one. I don't know why we're taught that and have it ingrained so deeply. Him being my father is, frankly, less problematic than the age-gap and the potential power differential. Those aren't really problems either, but most of the time they would be, and they really have nothing to do with us being family. It's hard to defend my case, and yet it's impossible not to, because everything worked out beautifully. I have been in a committed relationship for years, it's not ending anytime soon, and people who tell me it's unhealthy are just plain wrong. I'm sorry, but I'm the one living it, and my mental health is great. Like, I think I might be one of the only neurotypical people in my group of friends. Maybe this is related, maybe it's not. But it's safe to say my "marriage" didn't traumatize me in the slightest. I had to recover from my childhood, but my father is not the one who inflicted those wounds. He helped heal them, every day, even before either of us had any inkling that we were going to go down this path.
Why should they be denied their rights? There’s no good reason.We need to recognize that all adults should be free to be with any and all consenting adults as they mutually consent, and part of doing that is adopting relationship rights for all, including full marriage equality sooner rather than later. People are being hurt because of a denial of their basic human rights to love each other freely.
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consanguinamorous intergenerational relationship.
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