I Don't Care

I just don't want to see it

Let’s make one thing crystal clear.
It’s really simple. Short and sweet and easy to understand.

I don’t care.

I don’t care who you sleep with; I don’t care who you’re attracted to; I don’t care who you marry. What two consenting adults do behind closed doors is none of my, or anyone’s, business.

What I DO care about though, is the flagrant parading of sexuality at every turn. I care about that, because I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to see the simulation of sex acts on a stage; I want to enjoy performances that don’t employ strap on penises (see also: Christina Aguilera) I want to enjoy a parade without having to worry about witnessing half naked men whipping each other in BDSM and doggy play attire while attendees cheer.

Jiminy Christmas, people. Give it a break.

I want to celebrate love and family and my fellow human beings without making it about SEX, so put your clothes on and put your dildos, your whips and your overt PDA away. And that goes for a penis/penis situation, a vagina/vagina situation or a penis/vagina situation.

I don’t care if you’re straight, gay, bi or any of the other more than 100 types of sexual orientations currently floating among society. I don’t want to see any of it on public display. Talking to you, assless chaps guy, Cardi B at the Grammys and that couple who treat the back booth at Applebees like their private bedroom.

At the end of the day, love who you love 100%, but, dear Baby Jesus in a Manger, don’t force your sexuality down my throat.