Far too often I hear this sort of statement from extremist wingnuts. Though, it's more like "stop flaunting your homosexuality" or "stop shoving your lifestyle down my throat". So in homage of this, I have decided to write a little poem based on an experience last night at Blue Hour. I want to dedicate this beautiful poem to one of the craziest extremists that I know. Well there are two. The first is Daniel of "Daniel is Right". The second is more a group of people who post hateful comments on blogs - they all have the same name though. It's strange. They are all named "Anonymous" for some reason. Hmm.

Enjoy.

"The Hetero's in the Metro's"

I arrive for Happy Hour
And things quickly turn sour
First of all you took my favorite seat
Then I realize you're all over your boyfriends meat
While you're rubbing your boyfriend's pecks
I'm simply trying to enjoy my cold Becks.
You are practically spooning on the seat
Aren't we just there to eat?
He is nibbling on your ear
And my eyes begin to sear
Waitress bring me a Jack and Coke!
That ain't no joke.

OK. Now seriously people. How do I, as a young gay man, "flaunt my homosexuality" and how do I "shove it down your throat"? Please explain.

Posted by Bryan Harding

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