Sick of the Gay Thing

All we can control is our own behavior. Even the parents of very young children can only try and then hope that their stern words and actions will cause bad behaviors to change -- forget about it when the kids are grown. And yet the world is full of people who think they know what's best, and spend their time insisting, cajoling and imploring others to do as they do and think as they think. In many cases they resort to lying in order to make their case.

The woke Democrats do this in spades. The current brouhaha over Florida's Parental Rights Act is a perfect example. Calling it the "Don't Say Gay" bill when the word "gay" does not appear even one time in the seven-page piece of legislation is intentionally misleading. Now some dodos who run FOLX Health, a digital queer and trans telepathy provider, are peppering the landscape with billboards in cities across the South with the message, "Say Gay." What's next -- lawn signs saying "Gay Lives Matter"? (I guess black lives stopped mattering since you hardly see those signs anymore.)

And speaking of dodos, the three female hosts of the recent televised Academy Awards ceremony incorporated that same sentiment in their childish monolog, gleefully singing, "Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay, gay!" in front of an appreciative audience of insanely wealthy gays, drunks and likely a few druggies. 

Well, I'm not gay and I don't care if you are. It means nothing to me, or to anyone else except maybe your mommy and daddy. The fact that men like to play with other men's genitals and women enjoy doing the same to other women impacts my life not at all. So why has it become so important in our society to recognize the people doing those things? And not only recognize them, but congratulate them for their bravery? And what the heck are they so proud of -- is engaging in gay sex some sort of worthy accomplishment?

Despite having several very close gay friends and a few relatives (who thankfully keep their bedroom activities out of my life), I have grown tired of gays and the other sexual mavericks who go by the letters L, B, Q, A and T. Someone should tell them there is more to life than who you fuck, or don't fuck in the case of the ones who feel it necessary to broadcast their asexuality. Like, what do you do for a living? In what way do you contribute to society? What are your interests? Do you have any hobbies? Is there more to you than your genitalia? Let's hear about that for a change.