I once had the pleasure of interacting with an lesbian disabled female HR Director.
I lived in San Francisco for ten years. So of course knew a lot of gays and lesbians. Gay men could be a lot of fun and the ones I knew liked women just fine. One even told me that if he’d had a mother like me, he wouldn’t be gay. Guess he liked my sense of humor.
Lesbians were not so happy, had no sense of humor and didn’t like anyone, including themselves. The woman on Jeopardy seems to be an exception. I had no clue she was gay until someone here brought it up. She’s clever and sometimes charming and witty.
Sin is between gays and God. I could care less who someone sleeps with. I do care if they’re pushing their lifestyle on others, especially children. I’ve said many times, maybe even here, that once a person reaches adulthood at 21, I could care less what they chop off or glue on and don’t care where they glue it. Stick it in their ear for all I care and stay away from kids.
I can only imagine!
Years ago the manager of another location was having problems with his fax machine and called me up and asked me to send something, anything. My sense of humor was about 12 years old so I took a magic marker and drew a large male member on a sheet of paper and sent it away. He neglected to inform me that the district service mgr., a large bull dyke, was there.
We BOTH got 3 days harassment training!