One Man's Blasphemy Doesn't Override Other People's

My Dad Was A Homicide Cop In The Gay Neighborhood In The City When Gay Neighborhoods Were Desperate, Depressing, Sad Places Run By The Mob. The Only Gay People He'd Met When I Came Out To Him Were Corpses.

I Think The Best Thing For You To Do Is Just Live Your Life. Live A Life That's Worth Living, One Where You Do What You Want To Do, Pursue Your Passions. That Way, If You Meet Someone, They'll Be Joining A Life That's Already Really Good.

For Me, My Discomfort With Gay Weddings Was Articulated By A Close Friend, Who Observed That Gay People Getting Married Is Like Retarded People Getting Together To Give Each Other Phds. It Doesn't Make Them Smarter, And It Doesn't Make Us Married.

Shouldn't Homophobic Politicians And Anti-gay Bullies Be Presumed To Be Gay Until They Get Caught Up In A Straight Sex Scandal?

How Can You Tell Somebody Who Is Pursuing Happiness That They're Somehow Not American When That Was The Very First Promise That America Made?