I don't get it, I'm a straight guy who grew up in the 60s and 70s and always had gay friends and family. It really wasn't a big deal till the last few years. Either I wasn't paying attention or society has become worse. We just treated people as humans with the respect we all deserve.
Obviously, you care. If you didn't, you wouldn't bother commenting.Bingo. I just don't care about someone's sexuality -- whether straight or gay or any of the other "things" that seem to appeal to a very minute percentage of the population, but also seem to garner a lot of attention. Keep your sexuality to yourself, I say, and stop dancing in the streets about it.
I grew up in the 50's and 60's in Florida and nobody was out that I know of.I don't get it, I'm a straight guy who grew up in the 60s and 70s and always had gay friends and family. It really wasn't a big deal till the last few years. Either I wasn't paying attention or society has become worse. We just treated people as humans with the respect we all deserve.
My father had a friend who was gay. Benny. My father explained that Benny loved other men. My father was always willing to explain anything.I grew up in the 50's and 60's in Florida and nobody was out that I know of.
Obviously, you care. If you didn't, you wouldn't bother commenting.
You've made abundantly clear, through two comments in this thread, how you feel about the topic. By putting 'things' in parenthesis, you're speaking volumes about how you feel, while at the same time dehumanizing and entire population of people.
If people dancing in the streets, celebrating who they are, bothers you to the point that you want them to stop and keep it to themselves, that's a 'you' problem.
(Sorry, @seadoug, for disrupting your thread. )
If I'm watching a movie and there's a scene with two dudes making out I have to fast forward it, or at least turn away till it's over.
So, you say seadoug brays? The irony is palpable, since you're the only person in this thread acting like a jackass. (that'll probably get me a week off, but it's worth it)You're partially correct. I care enough to refute the scourge that homosexuality is, especially when it's (figuratively) shoved down my throat.
Here's the kicker -- I would not have commented on ANY of this had the OP not insisted on braying his sexual orientation. On that basis, I don't care about that just like I don't care about anyone else's orientation. None of my business.
For those who find it necessary to bray about somebody's sexual orientation as a sign of "support", perhaps you need to examine what's important. Who somebody has sex with should not be a public pronouncement.
Methinks thee doth protest too much.You're partially correct. I care enough to call attention to the scourge that homosexuality is, especially when it's (figuratively) shoved down my throat.
Here's the kicker -- I would not have commented on ANY of this had the OP not insisted on braying his sexual orientation. On that basis, I don't care about that just like I don't care about anyone else's orientation. None of my business.
For those who find it necessary to bray about somebody's sexual orientation as a sign of "support", perhaps you need to examine what's important. Who somebody has sex with should not be a public pronouncement.
I grew up in the 50's and 60's in Florida and nobody was out that I know of
I find myself doing that with all sex scenes now. They are over the top and unnecessary. Like running away from the bad guy or monster, and stopping to have sex.I would like to be able to say I'm not, but I guess I'm somewhat homophobic. If I'm watching a movie and there's a scene with two dudes making out I have to fast forward it, or at least turn away till it's over. On the other hand if it's two chicks making out that's a whole differnt thing. That's a major turn on. Does that make me a bad guy?
Doug, I think more of us care and consider you as a wonderful man. I too, don't like deviance but I don't think you fall in that category. Dare I say you likely roll your eyes at some of the things we see on social media that don't represent your community well.
Ignore it if you don't care. This is my journey to pride. Full disclosure.
I was an only child. From a young age I was feminine. My grandmother used to put me in her high heels when I was 3 y/o. I was a chubby, "sissy" kid when I was in elementary school. We moved from NC to FL when I was 8 y/o and I gave up all my friends. The older kids in my new neighborhood used to knock me off my bike and ask me if I was a girl. I went to bed crying every night.
I was determined to lose weight when I went to junior high. I went through puberty, took Dexatrim and starved myself. It worked. I was 135 pounds. I gave a girl a "steady bracelet" in junior high. We went steady for a few days, then one of her friends gave it back to me and said she no longer wanted to go steady because I was a "sissy and a queer". I was devastated and decided I needed to act more masculine. I did everything from giving up certain clothes to walking with a more manly gait.
I then went to a Southern Baptist high school, and since I hated myself for being gay I chose to have a girlfriend for 3 years. I was finally masculine-acting a decent looking. She pursued me until I agreed to date her. I truly loved her and we were intimate, but I knew I preferred men. I continued to date women in college, until I came out at 22 years old. It was a difficult time because I still had low self esteem so establishing a long-term relationship was almost impossible. I had several, but they never worked out. When my mother found out I was gay, she sent me to a psychiatrist who told me I was fine.
I lived through a very homophobic time in the 80's, where my new car was keyed with "queer" on the side and some of my friends died of AIDS. It was a horrible time. I also lived through a couple of abusive relationships. I did have a wonderful partner for 6 years. My parents loved him, but when we broke up my mother said "now you can finally marry a woman".
It wasn't until the early 90's when I was in my early 30s and started to be more comfortable with myself that I met my hubby. There were many years during my career when my co-workers didn't know about him. We have now been together for 34 years. It was when I was resigned to being alone and focusing on myself that we met.
I went through a deep depression in 2006. I went to a therapist who asked me to revisit my "8 year old self". He said I had "buried that boy". I cried uncontrollably when I thought of the sacrifices I had made just to not be my true self.
It has not been an easy journey to self-acceptance but I can now say that I'm happy with who I am and I have pride for what I have accomplished. For me, that is the true meaning of Pride.
Whew! This was cathartic.
You're partially correct. I care enough to call attention to the scourge that homosexuality is, especially when it's (figuratively) shoved down my throat.
Here's the kicker -- I would not have commented on ANY of this had the OP not insisted on braying his sexual orientation. On that basis, I don't care about that just like I don't care about anyone else's orientation. None of my business.
For those who find it necessary to bray about somebody's sexual orientation as a sign of "support", perhaps you need to examine what's important. Who somebody has sex with should not be a public pronouncement.