How do you feel about a law outlawing, I don't know, incest? You've chosen for everyone that would commit incest!
You asked, so I'll answer.
I really don't care if you or anyone else wants to have sex with their family members, or goats or chickens or even light-bulbs.
I find it wrong and distasteful for a whole pile of personal reasons, but I'm not going to ask for any laws about it.
I might reconsider if it were affecting me somehow, but in this particular example, I see little chance of that happening.
Did you mean non-consensual or under-age incest? In that case, we'd have words and I'd happily vote in the laws to restrict your freedom, because you're a danger to someone who can't defend themselves. Have to say that because "incest" is one of many loaded words in our culture. Specifics count.
All of these "immoral" things, we have plenty of laws on the books to make ourselves feel better that we're a "society" that doesn't "allow" those things, but they all still happen with great frequency. Laws don't actually stop them from happening. The TV says the cops always get the lawbreakers, but in the real world it just isn't so.
Personal character is all that stands when societies fall. Societies come and go with great frequency throughout the course of human history.
Our society is one of the youngest on the planet, and has already had one Civil War. Ostensibly over the topic of human trafficking and enslavement.
Enslavement still exists here, today, however. It has only changed forms.
Convincing a population that a wooden box with drywall and tile floors is worth 30 years of their lives and is an "investment", so that a few bankers of 9:1 loaned out fake money, is pretty impressive mass-enslavement, as one example.
But it's the game we've all agreed to play, I guess. I'll trade you X years of my life to own this little airplane, 'cause I love to fly.
I know two people who never bought into that game and they're plenty happy folk. Squatting, never owning homes, Free-er than some, maybe. Happier than some. Breaking the law almost every day of their lives. "Society" hasn't stopped them, yet. Mostly they negotiate truces or deals of their own making with those who don't understand them. They don't accept society's deals for their own. Jail once inba while is just another big adventure to them.
I'm not quite that "carefree" but I do see their point when they say, "Why would you be a Suburbanite? How boring. You only get one shot at life."
Follow your bliss. Hump Cousin Agnus if you like. I got other stuff to worry about with my limited time. Laws won't stop it from happening.
Hey since I'm still stupid enough to waste time on this extended light-bulb topic still -- I'll remind whoever said that I only have two options that they're wrong.
I can buy incandescents on the black market and run the risk of incarceration or fines. I can also manufacture my own incandescents for personal use and go that route until a law is passed against that.
There's always options.
A few guys who thumbed their nose at a King here in our Country, and a young man who stood in front of a Government tank in a Square in China, and a guy who landed a Cessna in Red Square taught me that.
They all had consequences to deal with for their "anti-society" "lawbreaker" actions, but they couldn't be stopped. Not really, anyway. Law books are stories of things we wish wouldn't happen.
It's illegal to fly your aircraft in a "careless and reckless manner" too, but that doesn't stop those who wish to.
We all cheer the capture of the "Barefoot Bandit" kid who stole all those airplanes, but we also know deep down that the only way anyone could stop his behavior was to lock him away in a jail cell and pay someone to stand guard. "Society" wanted him stopped. It happened eventually, but it took a lot of resources and effort.
It's all about where we want to spend those resources and our time. I've said my peace about the silly light-bulb laws. Now someone will have to work pretty hard to stop me anyway. I'm pretty sure I'll have as many incandescents as I want until the day I die.