When I was in high school I had a friend who's father was "confused". He had some of the first "act up" type meetings at his house. The big thing that they wanted to push was to NEVER EVER allow anyone to talk about what they do with each other. Keep the physical activity off the public radar at all times and slug mouth anyone who talked about anal s@x etc. The push was to refer to "love" and the "feelings" gays have.
My buddy's dad would have these big gay parties. Sometimes down in the Montrose section of Houston. I was 16 at the time and those guys were all over me. That did them no good. I'd always get thrown out of the parties. I'd wait until they all got good and drunk then I'd ask "You put your thing in his backside then he turns around and puts it in his mouth?". I put it in a more colorful way. They had fits when I asked those kinds of questions.
Most of the gay men I met, and I met 100's, were all just about the most self-destructive and self-loathing people I ever met. They were really sad people. Today, as then, all I care about when it comes to homosexuals is that they just shut up. I don't want to hear it. There are very few of you so just shut up. Stop invading my space.
I saw Montrose transition during the late 1960s and early 1970s, mixed in with the wild homosexuality was a smattering of Satan worship in that area.
Hippies had Montrose before the homosexuals, but the homosexual money replaced them.
It was quite the party place for awhile.
The "love that dare not speak its name" now refuses to shut the hell up!