Homos Hijacked My Idea

I was never under any illusion that I single-handedly thought up the term DILF (for the uninitiated: Dad I'd Like to F#$k). I knew it was out there. But having never heard or seen it used anywhere, I thought I might open a store somewhere like Cafe Press and get filthy rich selling "DILF" t-shirts to balding, overweight fathers who would buy them out of irony. (You know, the same way kids buy those cheesy 70's era mesh baseball caps. What? Huh? You mean the kids think those fashion atrocities are actually COOL?! The horror, the horror! This is all Ashton Kutcher's fault...) I mentioned the idea to my wife who thought it was mildly amusing. I then remarked that SOMEONE surely is already selling DILF merchandise. So I grabbed my laptop from the kitchen table, googled "dilf", and lo and behold, dilf.com. Without reading the description, I clicked on the link. To my utter dismay, it was a gay porn site-and NOT one of girl on girl action while dreaming of their next door dads. It was an all-sausage affair. A little more googling seemed to indicate that the term DILF is most common among the gay crowd-signifying steamy hot straight dads, who are outwardly straight but wouldn't pass up a one nighter with another dude.
Thanks, guys. Thanks a lot. Here I thought a DILF t-shirt would be the hit of many a suburban barbeque for "fat skinny" dads (like yours truly) nationwide. Instead, it just makes you queer bait. Dammit. (Would have been a GREAT prop on "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy", no? I miss that show...)