You incoherent fool, if you could connect two sentences together without making a complete jackass of yourself someone might actually read your swill.
And you march in every one of your town's Gay Pride Parades, don't you?
Next question: What custom do you wear -- the Twinkie Pumpkin Princess ensemble or the bathhouse towel boy toga?
Always making shit up about people and then bitching about it. What's the matter? Did your imaginary friend get bored with your attempts at dumping your own shame onto him? You are twisted, honey. It's called therapy: check into it.