Words matter.
That's why I'm laying a curse upon a certain word.
Not wishing to draw said curse onto my own head, I will refrain from writing the word here, for indeed it deserves neither to be written nor spoken.
But this much I will say:
The word that I hereby curse is a portmanteau of “romance” and “bro” (sic).
This sneering, belittling, condescending term denotes an intimate emotional relationship between two men.
And everyone knows that men shouldn't have those.
To the West I Proclaim It:
I curse this word as sexist.
What's the word for an intimate emotional relationship between two women?
To the South I Proclaim It:
I curse this word as heterosexist.
Everyone knows that men shouldn't have intimate emotional relationships with one another.
Men should have intimate emotional relationships with women, instead.
To the East I Proclaim It:
I curse this word as homophobic.
Especially when applied to non-gay men, the word implies that they're “acting” gay, which of course we all know that men shouldn't do.
To The North I Proclaim It:
I curse this word as shaming of men who dare to bond emotionally with other men.
I repeat: everyone knows that men shouldn't have intimate emotional relationships with one another, not even non-sexual ones.
I therefore curse this word.
I curse it. I curse it. I curse it.
By Sun I curse it. By Thunder I curse it.
By sulfur, by levin-light, and by lightning-strike I curse it.
I hereby call upon all people of good conscience to strike this word from their vocabulary, and to join with me in saying:
So mote it be. So mote it be. So mote it be.
Because homophobia kills.
That's why.