This past Sunday I had the queer experience of finding myself driving through Long Beach, California, in the wake of the annual “Gay and Lesbian Pride” festival. The streets were strewn with people out of their heads on booze and/or drugs: Narcissus on narcotics! The city of Long Beach evidently welcomes this annual debauch, festooning Ocean Avenue with resplendent rainbow-coloured banners with the words “Long Beach Pride” emblazoned on each. I mused with wry amusement about the aptness of the word “pride” with regard to the bacchanal I was witnessing. The whole festival was an ostentatious display of pride, the father and the worst of sins. Pride is at the hardened heart of homosexuality and is a perfect description and prescription of the problem. The sin of Sodom is ultimately the sin of pride and it was for the sin of pride, of which lust is but the bitter fruit, that Sodom was destroyed.