At this point, we're both being pretty pedantic.
Look, hunker down kids, cause this is going to be a long one.
Anyone who reads these boards with any regularity know that I generally try to keep a level head about things. I try my best to be somewhat impartial and consider all sides in an argument. I'm more than willing to consider other people's side of things. There are very few issues where I flip my shit. This happens to be the one that sends me straight over the deep end.
Shego, I'd like to particularly direct this part to you. Remember a few threads back when I made a generic comment about someone's mother being nice and you flipped your shit and went on a rampage about how much you hate her? That's basically what this whole issue does for me.
There is a LOT of personal baggage that is at play here. On a fully intelectual level, I actually do understand all the arguments, and if I take myself outside myself, I can somewhat understand where many are coming from.
But quite frankly, when I hear that phrase, I feel like all the work I've done my entire life of fighting a system that hates me for merely existing is all for nothing. I don't think many of you understand just how widespread homophobia is. Yes, I know that homophobia is pretty much a misnomer as it's come to mean predudice against gay people, rather than fear of gay people (hey, look at that, I understand word evolution). I see the acceptence of the whole "that's so gay" thing as a direct slap in the face for every single stride I've made in my life. It's not even the phrase itself, it's what it represents. Gay people have gained a hell of a lot of face acceptence in the media and such, but really I see under that veneer sometimes because people don't generally realize I'm gay and talk they way they would with other straight guys with no women around.
Is everybody like that? no. But all this happening every day has a cumulative effect to the point where sometimes, I just want to scream.
So, basically, I'm walking around with this big emotional scab that gets picked at almost every day. And the second someone touches it, I react like someone who's been hurt because I AM someone who's been hurt.
TLDNR version
I realize I've been kind of a dick about this, but I still have reasons for being a dick about this.