Y'know, I used to not give two shits about someone's sexuality. My take on it was live-and-let-live, we're all brothers and sisters on this planet, and we all just need to get along in the name of peace and harmony. I didn't give a damn if Neil and Bob railed each other up the ass nightly and twice on Sundays, or if Pete from next door liked to prance around in a dress and pantyhose in the privacy of his own living room, or if Sue and Karen have a long-time safe word with each other and wear shibari bondage ropes to work every day. What went on behind closed doors or under their clothes was their business.

Obviously, I don't think that way as much anymore. When the extreme deviants among them started dragging it out into the street and acting like it was the norm for everyone to run around in bondage gear or drag and "screw you for judging them", when they started brainwashing kids and grooming them to think that being molested was normal, when they started telling young teens that their feelings of being unsure about their sexuality was because they were really trans, when they started shoehorning in LGBTOMGWTFBBQ characters into every bit of media under the sun and fuck your opinion that the character is shallow and poorly-written because you're a bigot - that's when I lost my cool.

I know there are plenty of gay/lesbian people out there that hate the above just as much as I do. Them, I have no problem with. Them, I'm more than willing to hang out with, have a beer with, invite them over to my cookout or game night, and generally be friends with. All the rest of them, including their "allies", that think first of activism and nothing else besides that - them I have a problem with, and they can take a flying leap.