I’m sure a lot of readers are delighted to be celebrating Pride Month. It’s everywhere. In March on St. Patties Day, it is said that everyone is Irish for a day, so it must follow that during Pride Month, June, everyone must be gay (insert your own appropriate alphabet here if you must). It certainly seems like it, seeing all the products sporting a Pride flag, the corporate endorsements, every institution making a proclamation. It’s the time of year when we all make a hearty roar of joy and approval for where approximately 4% of the population choses to stick their genitals; it’s as if Borat were to proclaim, “My name is a-Borat, I like [anal] sex!” Of course, I know it’s more than that. It’s the whole package, body, mind, and soul. No true non-heteronormative individual ever questions their choices and proclivities in life. Now I’m sure there are haters out there that would claim that the cis-gendered heteros don’t go around flaunting their stuff so why should gays? With their arrogance, they go so far as to claim that they’re doing their sacred duty of creating offspring and populating the earth and that they do so without the fanfare of a holiday or month – well, there is Mother’s Day and Father’s Day but those are just commercial opportunities for flowers, cards, and dinners. Otherwise, there’s nothing to celebrate. Just because not a single one of us are here today apart from a disgusting hetero encounter – or the equally repulsive sperm raping an egg in a petri dish – that’s a stupid pretense for being such hateful bigots. Then there’s the other end of life. We can feel truly morally superior that – assuming we don’t leave our enlightened preferences and proclivities while of childbearing age – we will not burden or soil the earth with offspring. In our innate superiority, we’ll ‘leave no trace’ as they say, except on a much grander scale. When we’re gone, we’re really gone because we’re not making any more. Eighty or ninety years from now every last one of us here today will be gone without making a mini-me. Now of course, we’ve thought this through and realize that we’ll need others to follow in our footsteps. That’s why we need your children, idiots. Which is why Pride Month has become such a big deal. Kids like parties, rainbows, dancing, and music. It’s just a big rally for everyone else that will start look deep inside themselves, decide how much they truly hate themselves -er, the way they were raised, hate their dads (especially), and come to realize that they were really born this way. So come one and come all. Pride month is in full swing.