Pride

The trucks drove slowly down the street, each one playing deafeningly loud music and with a bunch of near naked men dancing enthusiastically on the back.
The crowd cheered.
Most of them did anyway. But there was always a bad element at these events who wanted to spoil it.
"Where's our straight pride?" yelled one of the neanderthals. "This is descrimination!"
The knuckle draggers were as surprised as anyone when the men in the tiny leather shorts on the float which was blasting out I Will Survive produced flamethrowers with which to silence them.