My inner homo

I think i am surrounded by supporters when i saw that public homosexuality is disgusting. When one walks the streets the meer prescense of two males tongues exchanging feelings is enough to provide a tingle of vomit in the back of my throat. Sitting on a bus beside two love struck heterosexual couples is enough. But having to tolerate the stench of four male butcheeks in labour, that right there is a catalyst for my bowels to propel out at speeds matching mach 3. Who is Jack Layton to say that we should watch them. I wonder how he would feel with another man's hand sliding up his thigh. I don't think he would be e-jack-layton-. But my sexual intolerance will one day catch up to me. As my female tendencies are slowing slipping to my chovanistic character. So if anyone reading this feels my pain give me a call.