Once upon a time, it was possible to look at a rainbow and appreciate the magical artistry of Mother Nature. Perhaps a whimsical idea about a pot of gold at the end or the science of refracted light would come to mind. Or maybe the mind would become still, immersed in the beauty of the moment.
But these days, rainbows conjure up things like two dudes having butt sex.
Thanks for ruining rainbows!
Now, before you get your rainbow panties all in a bunch, I want it to be clear that I am not against people having personal preferences and living their lives the way they want to live them, as long is it is not unnecessarily harmful to others. However, I am also not going to pretend that certain things are not repulsive to me. If you were offended by this post and hate me now, you should consider being tolerant of the fact that I was born this way.
Rainbows have nothing to do with sexual preference. Couldn’t the LGBT movement at least have come up with relevant symbols? I have some suggestions…