What I am gonna do now I call, to coin a phrase, justifiable overgeneralisation. Well, each and every gay man I ever met in my born days happens to have uttered the very same sentence that I'm about to quote. Whether this denominator is common or uncommon, I don't know, but it rang a bell too many times to be overlooked. Wish I was terminally ill; everybody would feel sorry for me then. What kind of person says something like this, I ask you? Let's brainstorm. Switch on your adjectival intelligence; or better, the adverbial-adjectival one and make free with it.
It may shock you but I don't really think it's right to judge the poor creatures on the basis of a single moment of corporate desire they couldn't help. Let's not scorn them then, let's try to free of emotions and look at the superficial. The first reaction to such a (put your list of adjectives here) statement is the perfectly understandable careful-what-you-wish-for finger-shaking at the queer. Most people stop at this point and remark that there are better things to think about (quite rightly). But you know what? This kind of reaction is a time waster. It's far easier and faster to conclude that there's nothing to wish for on gays' part because they are, in fact and in a way, already incurably disturbed and pitiful.
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