I call this “self-canceling,” where playing into presentism means self-posting/reposting jokes from over a decade ago into today’s world, jokes that any Cancel Mob would dig out on their own with the goal of discrediting.
Because without question I’m the same person today as I was 13 years ago and the virtue ethics of today definitely apply to the world this same 13 years ago. Because presciently I should have known better. I’m just saving anyone interested in canceling me the trouble of mining old social media posts.
It really is a funny joke. Gay because cute. Funny. Pardon me whilst I stand in the corner flogging myself with the latest issue of The Watchtower. We all have our own way to repent for heresy. Sexy repentance.