How very special.
This whole concept of 'pride' for who and what you do in your bedroom is so bizarre to me.
It's like marching because you like hummers, or vibrators, or brunettes.
So many kids today, as in days past, are so hungry for attention and their fifteen minutes of fame, that they will decide they’re the most outrageous thing they can think of. It would be better if, instead of marching in “gay pride” parades, their parents would tell them that it is wrong and ungodly.
Besides, why is it so imperative that we have to know what someone does in their bedroom? Yak. Yak. Yak. Yak. Yak. Blah. Blah. Blah. WHAT PART OF “WE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR IT” DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND?