Quin Hillyer is right. It’s time to end the disgusting public displays of sexual orientation. Starting with heterosexuals. (More)

The National Review’s Quin Hillyer is fed up with public displays of sexual orientation:

It’s one thing to be tolerant of what once were known as “alternative lifestyles.” It’s another thing to be asked to celebrate them, as the exuberant mythologizers of Michael Sam and Johnny Weir ask us to do. And it is way beyond the pale to hold forth on any sort of sex life – perhaps apart from self-restraint – as if it’s a form of heroism.
If it weren’t for the fetishistic politicization of homosexuality, the underlying societal problem would be more obvious: At base, the problem isn’t homosexuality, but public sexuality. There was a time, a better time, when the sex lives of strangers were nobody’s business. It is a coarser society, and one where interpersonal respect is seriously diminished, when so many people broadcast who is having what sorts of intercourse with whom.

I agree. For example, how many times must we be forced to see photos of Ashley Manning, wife of Denver quarterback Peyton Manning? Why do the media shove it down our throats that she encouraged him to stay in football after his injury two years ago? Reporters even announced both Peyton and his brother Eli became fathers in 2011. Unless the stork brought those Manningettes, such announcements prove that both Manning brothers are putting their penises in their wives’ vaginas.

Disgusting, I tell you.

And it’s not just sports. Every 2012 presidential candidate dragged his wife along on the campaign trail, except for Republican Michele Bachmann, who dragged out her husband. Most also showed off their kids, and the National Review’s Kevin Williamson wrote a breathless ode to Mitt Romney’s sexual prowess:

From an evolutionary point of view, Mitt Romney should get 100 percent of the female vote. All of it. He should get Michelle Obama’s vote. You can insert your own Mormon polygamy joke here, but the ladies do tend to flock to successful executives and entrepreneurs. Saleh al-Rajhi, billionaire banker, left behind 61 children when he cashed out last year. We don’t do harems here, of course, but Romney is exactly the kind of guy who in another time and place would have the option of maintaining one. He’s a boss.

It’s gotten so bad that heterosexuals expect other people to celebrate their mating. They wear flashy jewelry and put up photos of their kids – not in the privacy of the bedroom but right out in the living room, where anyone might see – and even on their desks at work … to make sure everyone knows their naughty parts work.

What happened to the good old days of modesty and privacy, when self-respecting males and females denied any hint that they might like each other. You remember, like in fifth grade when you didn’t dare get caught even smiling at someone. Now those were good times, and we need to get back to that.

Not “closeted,” mind you. Just “private.” Equally. For everyone.

Instead we have people declaring – right out in the open – that they have opposite-sex relationships. Including NFL players. Heck, the NFL website has a page celebrating the league’s history of man-spawned-another-man activity. This decay must stop, and if the NFL has no morals and no values, then Congress must find values for it. Because that’s what small government is for.


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