You’ll not convince me that homosexuality is anything other than a mental illness, with certain exceptions. There are some amoral people who will stick anything anywhere if it might feel good. They tend to call themselves bisexual. And as long as either type keeps it out of my face, I’ll leave them alone.
My youngest brother was homosexual, and I never knew it until after his death (at 42) of disease. He had moved to San Francisco in his 20s and it never dawned on me that he was afflicted. A co-worker with whom I got along quite well for a number of years was suddenly hospitalized and dead within a year thereafter, at 39. We subsequently found out that he was homosexual.
My point being, I don’t need to know and would prefer NOT to know. But the “love that dare not speak its name” now refuses to shut the hell up!
Funny how easy it is to get off topic on some of these discussions!
OOPS! I already posted it, went downstairs and got my oatmeal, forgot and did it again...