During the weekend, my family went to San Francisco for an educational conference. The conference was held at Mission High School, which is adjacent to the Castro district, San Francisco’s famed gay neighborhood. Rainbow flags, same-sex couples holding hands, and overpriced boutiques abound.

That’s all well and good, but what was a little disturbing was when two grown men walked by wearing nothing but a tiny piece of cloth dangling over their bits and pieces. I’m talking about maybe three by three inches of fabric held up, I suppose, by an invisible string around the waist. They were both walking down the street, normal as apple pie, and hardly anyone was giving them a second glance.

I’ve got a young child with me seeing this stuff. Listen, people of Earth, I’ve been a supporter of gay rights ever since I understood what it meant, but do you really have to be in people’s face to that degree? Equal rights is one thing, but it doesn’t give you the right to be a sociopathic dickhead (or, in this case, two of them).