He has a point in that article. Gays are generally promiscuous, do not form stable relationships and of course families, and do not think of marriage and children. They mostly think of sex, and they think about it a LOT because they are a tiny percentage of the population and almost no one wants to have sex with them, so it's very hard for them to get it, and especially with quality partners. There's an entire episode of Seinfeld about that (where George stops thinking about sex and suddenly becomes a polymath who learns Chinese and biology overnight etc. because his mind is now free to think of other stuff). The same applies to PUAs. They generally only think of sex because, due to their lameness, it's so hard for them to get it. That's why they became PUAs in the first place.
Of course, Roosh takes it even FURTHER than that, because that's what Roosh does. Roosh is a typical Middle Eastern fanatic moron whose brain can only hold ONE goal, ONE idea at a time. For the past 15 years, that idea/goal was getting laid. He had absolutely no other interests in his life. So everything in life: all of culture, science, art, sport, politics, history, travel etc. were interpreted under this singular prism: whether they benefited or harmed his attempt to get laid, while the only thing that mattered in life was notches and flags because "that's what a real man's purpose is". He famously went to London and reported back that "There is nothing there." That tells you all you need to know about Roosh, that he thought that there is "nothing" in one of the richest, greatest cities in the world.
Suddenly, however, he loses interest in that ONE goal and ONE idea of getting laid, and of course he needs another goal and idea in order to have something to do in the morning when he gets up. And of course he turns to the spaghetti monster—he's a low-IQ Middle Easterner after all, and that's what those people do. And of course it is now this spaghetti monster that becomes the singular thing that dominates his life and under whose prism he views and analyzes every other dimension of life. The name of the game now is WWTSMD: What Would The Spaghetti Monster Do (or think) about anything. And it turns out the spaghetti monster doesn't like sex, according to Roosh, among a great many other things it doesn't like! Ultimately the spaghetti monster doesn't like anything because the spaghetti monster is merely Roosh projecting his consciousness over the entire rest of the universe, and Roosh, as I explained, can only ever like one thing at a time because that's how inbred low-IQ Middle Easterners function. Or inbred low-IQ white people, for that matter, which I suspect is what Victor Pride is (he's even stupider than Roosh, and you can tell that by the fact that he can't even write; Roosh at least can write, so he's an exception among even Middle Easterners who can't write worth a shit).
I stopped visiting Roosh's blog a long time ago. In the past, it was helpful to me because I am interested in getting laid, and it had helpful advice about it there. Now that it's about what the spaghetti monster thinks, I have no interest in it.