I have nothing against homosexuals.
I mean that both literally and figuratively.
Well, actually I do. I hate the way they have hijacked the word “gay” and transformed it into something that it isn’t. The only good thing about that is reading ancient children’s books where “Peter goes out for a walk because he’s feeling gay” or suchlike.
To me, homosexuality is a lot like religion. Just as I couldn’t give a flying shite whether you are a Catholic or a Jedi, it doesn’t bother me one way or another what you do with your private parts when I’m not around, but just don’t try and convert me to your cause. OK?
I completely fail to understand this “gay pride” phenomenon though.
Apparently they are holding one of their “gay pride” days in Dublin today. What the fuck is that all about? I don’t ask to have a “hetro pride” day? I don’t demand a “beard pride” day? I never crossed my mind to insist on a “smoker’s pride” day, though on second thoughts, that is fucking great idea. I might work on that one.
The whole concept of the parade is a bit weird. Why do the men all have to shave their chests and oil themselves up? Why is it mandatory to show as much bare chest as possible? Why do they have to wear skin-tight Lycra? Are they all on the pull?
I think the weirdness stems from the fact that they have to push their orientation at the world. “Look at us! We are gay and happy”. So fucking what? I am non-gay and occasionally I have been known to be happy but I don’t insist on telling the entire village, let alone the world. I just go quietly about my business.
It is just one more aspect of the modern world that completely baffles me.