So we’re right in the middle of Gay Pride month. On the eve of Baltimore Gay Pride, you know the red headed stepchild between DC and New York. Philly’s cousin. That time of year where for a weekend, me and all my gay friends crowd the streets to cheer on our gay brothers and sisters and friends, get drunk, and dance at the disco club. Fun for all… I think. Anyway, before I go rock out to the sounds of Tiffany (really?) and Junior Vasquez (really!?); I wanted to share with you all, my thoughts on gay unions and the sanctity of marriage.

If the gays can’t marry, the straights can’t divorce.

Marinate on that!