How am I not myself?

Darin over at All Preparation and No H posted a clever list of ways to de-gay ones house in preparation for holiday visitors. I really enjoyed the post but I seem to have had an allergic reaction to it.

In light of the recent votes in Texas against the gays and the increased voracity with which evangelicals are wearing their beliefs on their sleeves I have decided not to de-gay my house anymore when family or "straights" come to visit. If I have to endure crucifixes, bibles, speaking to the air before eating food, country kitchen tchotkies alongside coasters and cute frige magnets from the Lillian Vernon that uphold archaic judeo-christian gender roles, then the "straights" that come into my domicile will have to endure MY reality.

I don't see why should I be forced to portray myself as some kind of quasi-hetero frankenfag by hiding reading material and decor items that I have around my house normally. If you cant stomach magazines with half-naked or naked men, Out magazine, magnets and pot holders that proclaim me as The Queen, and catalogs that feature underwear whose sole purpose is for gratuitous exposure of the male genitalia then you don't have to come over. If I can manage to go to the bathroom and take a piss with christ on the cross looking down into the toilet then I think "straights" should be able to endure some queerness just the same.