Two gay groups—Soulforce and Family Pride—are planning to crash the White House Easter Egg Roll, and the puckerbutts at the Weekly Standard are up in arms.

According to Soulforce, “LGBT” participants are being urged to gather at the White House gate the night before so as to be the first to enter the next morning. Volunteers will stand in line for “LGBT” parents who cannot do it themselves. Although Soulforce insists this will not be a political protest, only a gathering for families, its supporters will arrive with special “non-political” t-shirts to identify themselves as “LGBT…”

THE WHITE HOUSE EASTER EGG ROLL dates back to Rutherford Hayes, who opened up the South Lawn to children after the Easter egg roll at the Capitol was shut down. In typical fashion, a fusty Congress became concerned about damage to its lawn and turned the kiddies away. President Hayes and his successors have been glad to compensate for Congress’ lack of hospitality. Besides thousands of children and parents, the roll often includes prominent entertainers, the Easter Bunny, and sometimes the president and first lady.

The Easter Egg Roll has remained non-controversial for too long, apparently.

Republicans who beat up on gay couples and gay families—DOMA, anti-gay adoption laws, the FMA—shouldn’t be surprised when gay families decide to show up at a White House event that’s open to families to prove that we’re not monsters. And, excuse me, but gay families are American families and we have as much right to exist—and roll eggs on the White House lawn—as any other American families. I long for the day when gay families are as non-controversial as the White House Egg Roll was, is, and will be even if gay families show up. There’s nothing inherently disruptive about our presence—and, hey, our tax dollars help buy those eggs and maintain the White House lawn.

And if the fact of our existence troubles the White House and the religious nuts in its base, well, that’s too bad. We’re here, we’re queer (even if most of our kids aren’t), better get used to us.

Oh, and here’s an interesting side note: I had to get a physical before I adopted my son—it’s one of the things adoptive parents have to do that bio parents don’t. The doctor who cupped my balls and asked me to cough and then stuck his finger in my ass to check my prostate? Dr. Rutherford Hayes IV, the great-grandson of President Rutherford Hayes…