Wouldn't it be nice if nobody cared if you liked pie or cake? Be nice if people didn't have to hide the fact they like cake if they want a job at a company who's CEO likes pie. Cake eaters can't wear pants. Pie eaters aren't allowed to like flowers. It's all dumb.
Personally, I am fond of pie shakes.
I agree, but pragmatically, we live in a world where it does matter, which is both understandable and unfortunate.
It's probably why no one in several years has known I was gay till I told them -- I've become exceptionally good at hiding it. I had to become good at that.
Queer kid growing up in the Midwest? Not fun nor easy. Having to attend church once or twice or thrice a week just to be told that gays will burn in hell? Not the best thing to hear when you're nine-years-old. Getting your ass kicked for being a faggot? That was just a part of the weekly school routine.
I came into this world exactly as I am and it was hostile towards people like me. I don't get it, but it's just my reality. I'm really glad it's changing, though, even if it's a little too late for people like me who were stamped under a metaphorical boot for decades.