And yet, somehow, this simple fact now demands parades, flags, entire months, corporate campaigns, and public programming shoved into every school, every city park, and every public square. I’ve had enough of pretending this makes sense.

We’re holding events in public where the core premise—the actual thing being celebrated—is who people want to f**.* That’s what Pride is. That’s what the parade is about. We’ve dressed it up with slogans and costumes, but at its core, it’s a public celebration of sexual preference.

Now explain to me how that’s appropriate for children.

Explain to me why I should bring my 5-year-old to a public “family-friendly” event, only to be confronted with men in thongs, trans slogans they don’t understand, and conversations about sexuality they are not ready for. It’s utterly ridiculous.

This isn’t progress. It’s performance.

Let me be even clearer:
Are you gay? Then be fing gay.*
I don’t care. Live your life. Love who you want. But you don’t get a trophy for it. You don’t get a parade. You don’t get special status.

And you shouldn’t give a damn that I’m straight, either. That’s equality. You want to be seen like everyone else? Then stop demanding you be treated better than everyone else.

I’m not going to fake compassion I don’t feel. I’m not going to nod my head with solemn eyes and pretend that being gay is some spiritual burden worthy of public reverence. That’s not respect. That’s performative pandering. And I’m done with it.

Stop treating sexual identity like it’s a sacred flag we all must salute.
You’re not oppressed—you’re overrepresented.
You’re not marginalized—you’re prioritized.

And the second someone says “wait a minute, maybe this isn’t appropriate for everyone,” you brand them a bigot, a phobe, or worse. You call it hate when it’s really just someone setting a boundary. Wanting to raise their kids in peace. Wanting to opt out.

And that’s the truth: you don’t want acceptance—you want obedience.

Well, not from me.

Celebrate in private. Live loud if you want to. But don’t force me and my kids to stand on the sidelines of your sexual expression and clap like idiots just so we can avoid being called names.

You’re not special. You’re not sacred. You’re just people with a preference. So are we all.