@Murrmurr:
Ok. Here goes:
My brother who had stage four Cancer wanted so badly to take me to lunch. We had to wait for a table outside on a bench.
Next to us was a sweet old, old, old couple. He was dressed in a suit with a tie and she in a lovely dress with a corsage.
It might have been a special occasion for them. They were so beautiful and were holding hands.
About 50 young, gays appeared and put on a show in front of us, like a lap dance. Squealing, giggling, waving their shirts in the air.
Rubbing and touching each other, passionate kissing, lisping, bumping each other. It was like watching an orgy.
One landed in my brother's lap and "grinded" and said, "OOOH! My Lover is too anxious!" He kissed my brother's cheek.
and was hugging him. I got up to kick him off and my brother grabbed my arm and whispered, "No Don't!"
He was too weak to fight this "gay" off. He was very ill. He was ashamed he could fight no more.
Another sat down by the elderly woman and stuck out his tongue, with one long lick from her neck to her forehead,
her eyes filled with tears. I saw tears running down her cheeks. Again, I got up to knock him off her and my brother
said, "please don't". Her husband was too old to do anything but look down and clasp her hand tight.
It was sickening! This I will never forget.
This turned out to be the last meal I ever had with my brother and the most horrible memory is of these terrible people.
And they are proud of what they do? Angels are watching. Are they proud to show what they do, to the angels and to God?