Come on, you bunch of wet diaper crybabies. You're not men, you ain't even little boys. Look at what you drone on about day after day.
I've "crossed the line"?
Talk about my family or my sexual orientation to my face. I'm inviting you do do it. Contact me at my Yahoo account and we can meet up. You won't, because you ain't even real people.
You've got no balls, no integrity, no nothin'. You're the lowest of the low. You ain't worth a squirt of p~ss. I'm laughing at you cowards. How do you live with yourselves? You ain't even empty suits.
It seems like someone hit close to the mark regarding either your (a) sexuality or (b) your family situation, and you've come unglued. The way you badmouth homosexuals and continually refer to the topic, my bet is that you're projecting. I'm going to go with (a). You're a fruitcake and ashamed of it. Can we call you Tinkerbell?