Oh, I get it just fine, it's my gay acquaintances who struggle to understand the "breeders".
I used to sit on the bus with a gay guy from work on our way to our respective homes. He was a personable, likeable fellow; as flamboyant as any gay man I've ever known. He used to take pictures of strapping young men sitting near us on the bus and text them to his "husband ". He used the word "husband" a dozen times in each conversation, as though it would add credence to the claim. As a divorced man I cheered him on, over the cliff 555
Once he told me about a new resident (also gay) who moved in across the hall in their apartment block. Well, it wasn't a week before the man was invited over for a weekend of three way buggery. It made no difference to me, which is why such things were imparted in far greater detail than most straight people could endure. We remained on friendly terms until he changed work locations, after which he would still come round to say hello.
Why did this matter? Because heterosexual married people don't behave in that manner, especially if they've got kids. Sure, you've got the blue haired, tatted up, pierced in ungodly places crowd who engage in "open" "marriages", but you can't build a functioning society on those foundations.
My older sister was a #ag hag, as her gay friends used to call her back in the 70s/80s when I was growing up. They were pretty decent men, save the one who delighted in drugging and raping sailors (my sister kept him away from me when I entered puberty). Back then being gay was dangerous, as there were brutal gay bashings almost every weekend. One of her friends, Rick, had his jaw broken and spent time in the hospital with other serious injuries, just because he was gay. It was horrible. Thankfully that kind of crap has come to an end.
There you go. The glib response was met with a novella.