We are the reason that not all your queer children have committed suicide yet. No, not the politely closeted queer people whom you profess to approve of. They're not the reason; they're no use to your queer children, because your queer children have no idea that those people are even queer at all. Your queer children need queer people to tell them how to survive, and the only way that your queer children can find us is if we are publicly queer. Those rainbow bumper stickers and so on that you hate so much are what enables them to find us and ask us for help and advice.
Yes, I know you're probably thinking that you don't like your queer children very much anyway so it doesn't matter. But I'm not talking just about those queer children, the ones you already know are queer. I'm also talking about the other ones, your favorite children of all. The ones you have no idea are queer. The ones you would never believe it of in a million years.