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I Don’t Call Myself Heterosexual

 What people are doing with the heterosexual/homosexual binary is (whether intentionally or not) suggesting that both sides of it are morally the same. One is not better, just different. That’s exactly what the activists were doing. They do it with even stupider words like “cishet” and “fem-presenting.”

Activism and jargon, all the way down. And left-Christians rush in to apologize for slights or even violence that—if it happened—don’t happen to the degree that the activists need it to. The streets need to be stained with gay/whatever else blood.

Of course, leaving people alone and not being the language police are barely an option. Pete’s sake, Sophie Cunningham is getting called “MAGA Barbie” for being conventionally attractive and daring to suggest that biological men shouldn’t compete in women’s and girls’ sports. Here’s the bad news: I’ll bet you a million dollars that she’s more Left than I am. Not that it matters. Someone white and male will get blamed for the incest between the Democratic Party and extreme gender activists. No one will ever take a look in the mirror. You’d have to submit to reality, in order to persuade instead of browbeat people who don’t already agree.

I should wring my hands, and cry tears for all the poor unfortunates who got thrown out of Mom and Dad’s for being a sexual minority. Or people just grow up and realize that whatever you decide to believe or do, you won’t make everyone happy. You might not even make yourself happy.

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