“Two, four, six, eight! Ditch the razors! Give us cake!”
If you were standing in the right parts of Fitzroy St last Sunday, you would have heard this chant coming from a group of big hairy homosexuals waving Bear pride flags while walking down the middle of the street.
Last year I wrote about the Pride Parade in Auckland, and I can still vividly recall that I have never felt so embarrassed to be a gay man while I was watching that parade, or at least not since my mother told me (and she was being supportive) that “there’s nothing wrong with being gay, it’s like a disease.”