I recall my first impression of these pukes when I relocated to the Bay Area circa 1978, right after the Dan White last stand for sanity moment. I could not believe it.
The following spring I picked up a buddy and his wife at the airport and was driving home the weekend of the Fag Pride Parade. I said something to the effect they should be melted down with flame throwers. I thought his wife would have a fit citing I was not an open minded person. We have not spoken since.
I am still not “open minded”. I don’t care what people do at home but a public display of one’s divident sexual mores is not what I think free expression is all about. I wonder how the King’s men would have approached the subject? Perhaps I would have ended up a Tory??
What I saw that day disgusted me. My wife and I decided to take a day in Boston and walk around seeing the sights and so took out young son.
We heard music and saw a crowd and thought we would go over and see what was going on. Boy did we ever!
We turned onto Boylston street and saw right away a float with women dressed as nuns kissing, feeling each other up, and one of them had a cross at her crotch.
We turned around and saw two guys with PVC daisy duke shorts on holding hands and feeling each other butts. No top on but a belt.
We left Boston right away and from day and vowed to never accept them as normal people of society or accept their agenda.