You know what? I don’t want to have sex with other guys. Even though it’s been legal for years now; and even though I could move to several different states of the Union or a number of foreign countries and have gay sex within the bounds of [del]holy[/del] civil wedlock. There’s nothing wrong with gay sex, it just totally doesn’t interest me. I mean, I like guys OK–some of my best friends are male–but I just don’t like them that way. It’s not them, it’s me. But we can still be friends!
I’m pretty sure there’s something in excess of 3 billion other guys out there who feel the same way. (Many of them, in fact, are much more vehement about the whole “no thanks to gay sex” than I am.) And of course there are at least 3 billion women who are largely interested in sex with men (although all of the really hot ones are at least bi-curious, if the Internet is to be believed).
So, this whole “Oh no, the human race will die out in an enormous gay orgy!” thing strikes me as a non-starter. I really think it would strike any actual heterosexual the same way. It’s like saying “What if everyone converted to Roman Catholicism and they all wanted to be priests and nuns, and nobody ever had sex again?!?” “What if every single person on Earth refused to eat anything but Brussels sprouts?!? We’d all get some weird deficiency disease–beriberi or something like that–plus, the price of Brussels sprouts would totally go through the roof!”
I think the only people who would really worry about the whole “the world ends in a gay orgy” scenario would be people who are, not to put too fine a point on it, gay. (And probably the ones who are in the closet and denying their sexuality, since those closeted people are more likely to be thinking “Gee, I guess everyone else must be fighting these constant urges, too, right?”)
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. (The being gay part; the still being in the closet part is, I think, rather unfortunate in 2011.)