The summer air is made hideous in Brighton this weekend when *Homosexual Pride* takes to the streets yet again, holding up the traffic while hundreds of screaming queens make an exhibition of themselves, often men calling each other *her* and *she* and hatchet faced old lezzies looking more butch than SAS men. The chanting and shouting is revolting, but what is even worse are the number of *men* usually morbidly obese, and stinking like a prop-forwards jockstrap, done up to look like very cheap versions of the late old poofter Danny LaRue.
These pathetic individuals must have been starved of affection as kids as they demand so much in middle age. They wear absurd garments huge wigs and so on which is why they stink and sweat. They insult both their own sex and the women who they seek to copy. One old hag last year looked like Gloria Hunneford (Cliff Richard’s friend). But it is their mincing self entitled condescending manner and attitude which makes them so repulsive. They are the best advert for gay bashing imaginable.
Motherfuckers all of them and talentless motherfuckers at that.
Nominated by W.C. Boggs
