I do not care what you do in your bedroom.
No, really...I don't care. I have no interest in your private interests, nor your private interests made public. To that end, please stop making it known to me. It is not my business.
I do not talk about the Dread Dormomoo's and my...deliberations. I do not hold parades celebrating our conjugal (what a terrible word) interests. Neither do I wear clothing emblazoned with greyscale entwined male and female symbols, with "I DIG CHICKS" on the back. (Note to self...research new product line....) The DD does wear a shirt that says "Chicks dig giant robots" but that's another story.
Now, here is where some will gape and point like Donald Sutherland in "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" and cry "HOMOPHOBE!!!!", but I am for much the same as you. We should stamp out homophobia. Utterly. It is not to be tolerated, because it, too, is a terrible word, an unexpected consequence of the "Everything I know about ______, I learned in Kindergarten" school of thought. If I don't like what you do, I can call you a Name. "You're a poopyhead!"
If I disagree with your stated opinion, you can call me an idiot. If I offer no praise nor even interest in your sexual inclinations, then you can call me a "homophobe", or a "prude", but I do not FEAR homosexuals, nor bisexuals, nor any of the other alphabet soup designations of people's relationship choices. I have no fear, only a vague indifference.
I don't care.
I am not interested.
I am not in the market.
Stop telling me. Stop selling me. Stop telling anyone wot passes by.
I keep my sexual proclivities to myself.
I wish everyone else would.
Frankly, anymore, it's just a bore.
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I'm wit you and agan you. As... always? I don't want to know, but if I happen to know that I may be a target of your sexual perversion, I will take a step back. Telling me you are gay or bisexual, in my mind, is trying to make me a party to it, one way or another. Exposing it to me through overt public displays is doing the same. Not interested. Then again, talking about what you do with your wife (if you are a man) or your husband (if you are a woman) is doing the same thing. I will, here too, take a step back from you. Unless this stuff comes up, in some minor way, in a conversation, naturally. Even then, be cool about it. That's all.
"You wanna know what I think? I think you're some kind of deviated prevert. I think General Ripper found out about your preversion, and that you were organizing some kind of mutiny of preverts."
In other news . . .
You're not interested in what goes on in my bedroom???
Suits me. That means I don't have to pack the photo albums. One less thing to worry about.
Attempting to be more serious here: It is my personal theory that the people who pry the most into affaires de la chambre à coucher (or who want to discuss or demonstrate the same as publicly as possible) are themselves suffering from a tragic deficiency in such matters. Whereas I might express an admiration for one person's choice of spouse, that's as far as my curiosity tends to go before the propriety circuit kicks in. I find there are generally more interesting topics on which to focus covivial conversation.
(Yeah: "conjugal" sort of sounds as if wedded bliss is similar to plumbing maintenance or something.)
Yeah ..... hey ..... y'know ..... sure ..... Know wutta' mean? Sure ya do ..... say no more .....say no more ..... right? Know wutta' mean ..... heh, heh ..... yeah. Of course ya do! Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.
@Doom- I go to these anime cons, and there a dealers who specialize in GLBT,BBQWTFMOUSE, or whatever else. Their whole identity is defined by their choice of orifice. It's like that's all there is. To quote Walter Koenig in Futurama: "(I'm)...a well-rounded person. With my own friends and credit cards and keys."
I am just tired of the endless pride parade. (I still think that a Straight Pride parade would be a hoot.) It's just not my business.
We ARE in agreement. If people wish to discuss Things Connubial, no prob. I'm game.
It's the in-your-faceness that gets me. I'm tired of it, I don't care. I don't even like parades.
@Michael- "Bat" Guano reference FTW!
WHAT, you're not bringing the albums?? Drat my penchant for the polemical. I ALWAYS lose!!
(Marvin voice)I do believe you are right.
Like the kid in Jr. High always talkin' about his putative pudendal conquests. Yeah, kid. SURE you did.
How 'bout that Georgia O'Keefe, huh?
Oh, Jay, you kidder.
"...What's it like?"
As Grandmaster Heinlein reminds us: "Sex is the one subject everyone lies about".
Yes, it's not so much the practice as it is the peculiar need to be as in your face as possible about it. It's like these commercials where the "non-actor" solemnly reveals she has vaginal herpes, and I mutter: "And you obviously don't care if the whole world knows about it, do you, honey?"
I keep my sexual proclivities to myself.
I wish everyone else would.
Yeah, but you are normal.
I live in lower cryogenica, where gays are tolerated, rather than celebrated. I really haven't had the issue, so I haven't had to formulate a policy.
What I would do, without much thinking about it, is keep my opinions to myself, like you. But if somebody feels the need to express their opinion on it, be it in a prancing parade or otherwise, then I shall offer my opinions, if I want to.
"...What's it like?"
Well ..... gee ..... uh ..... It's been so long I forgot!
"They" feel the need to be "in your face" because the "louder" they are about it, the more they feel "affirmed" & secure.
I think Romans chapt. 1, particularly verse 32 pretty much sums up the reason for their enthusiasm. After all, the more that are involved the "righter" it seems. Everyone knows "truth" is determined by how many are with you.
As for a straight parade, I would like to see that. An area in Columbus known as the "Short North" hosts the "Doo Dah Parade" every July 4th. It's an "anti parade" where everybody with a gag or an ax to grind shows up. The Marching Fidels, The Lawn Mower Close Order Drill Team, Etc.(One year a group had two women & seven men dressed as judges in the parade. Two people accompanied them to keep them from drifting over to the right side of the street!)
One anti-homosexual (I can't say gay. A lot of 'em aren't even cheerful.) pastor used to carry a sign in the parade. That's about as close to a straight pride parade i've seen.
"One anti-homosexual (I can't say gay. A lot of 'em aren't even cheerful.) pastor used to carry a sign in the parade. That's about as close to a straight pride parade i've seen."
OK, now that is a problem. The Apostle Paul, nor even Jesus, did "anti" ANYTHING marches, and an anti-whatever march is pretty antithetical to the gospel message. Does this mean that anything goes, that everything is OK? Nossir. People will remember that "pastor" will not be remembered as one who loved hurting people with the love of Jesus. He will be remembered as the guy who carried "anti" signs in weird parades.
While part of my beef is with the rainbow crowd, the sniggering heteros kinda bug me, too, though again, their identity doesn't seem to be tied up with it, beyond just being douchebags.
Now, I do not want to be characterised as a prude, for that is not my problem. I'm just tired of EVERYTHING being hyper-sexualised. Beauty walks give me the hives. The rainbow brigade is just the most egregious end of the spectrum.
The sign-carrier jogs my memory, though. I want to do a piece on "The religious persecution of homosexuals". I may, in fact, surprise everyone.
Meanwhile, I am about to put up the be-all and end-all of this business, by way of "Sex in the City".
Seems to me we were better off before everyone was so open and proud of their particular perversions, but that's just my opinion.
Seems we are on very similar pages. I plan to explore this, ere long.
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