Gays sure do love to put their bedroom out on their front porch, don't they?
That about sums up my problem with 'em. Whenever I hear of someone chest-bumping the world with the verbal sledge hammer, "I'm gay!", I feel that they are demanding that we all contemplate their sexual activities. Personally, I don't want to be forced to contemplate the sexual activities of anyone.
To me, this is a childish demand for attention and acceptance. You might be able to force my attention; but you can't force my acceptance.
Hey, some people put their sofas, refrigerators, and washers out there, too. Not usually the same people, but you never know.
What people do in the privacy of their own porch is nobodies business.
And yet, don't they always whine that what they do in their bedrooms is their business?