Let people have their dating preferences and STFU.

Oh, boy. Hold on to ya butts.

(Disclaimer: This is a positive rant with strong language, so if words frighten your sensitive lil’ proclivities, cry about it. You can’t handle this article.)

I mean that with all my very heart.

STFU.

Mind your damn business and beat your feet. Let people like who they like.

You know what I’ve never understood about humans.

Why the fuck do people care about who other people date? Who other people choose, and who other people are attracted to? When two people consenting adults choose each other, and people want to pipe up!? Keep your eyes on your own paper; life’s not a test you grade for others, especially in the dating department.

What business is it of yours? Why are you so heated? Why are you pressed? Why do you care? Is your life that wack? It’s like my article on passport bros. Apparently, they’re lame loser men anyway, so let them live, right? Why comment on them at all? Let them go about their business and focus on your pursuits.

Eleanor Roosevelt: “What other people think of me is none of my business.”